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The Joy of Making Eye Contact with the Father

The other day I entertained one of my grands with a story my Papa used to sing. (It should be noted that grands are the only humans entertained by my less than pleasing singing voice, and I suppose the clock is ticking on them! But I digress.)

The song was  an old Jim Ed Brown tune that was popular on the radio in Papa’s early years.  The twisting lyrics tickled me back then, and they amuse me even now.  Consider yourself blessed to read these lyrics instead of hearing me sing, but it went like this:

I was looking back to see, if you were looking back to see,
if I was looking back to see, if you were looking back at me.

You were cute as you could be, standing looking back at me,
and it was plain to see, that I’d enjoy your company.

The lyrics were written from a man to his sweetie, of course, but they remind me of the God who created us for His pleasure and knows that our best life is finding Him as our greatest pleasure, looking down to see if we are looking back at Him. Through Jesus God came looking for us.  He is still taken with us, and He asks us to become taken with Him.

God asks us to spend our lives making eye contact with Him, being completely His, and being transformed by beholding Him.  If you’ll give me the liberty to say it this way. It’s as if God is saying, “I’m looking down to see if you are looking back to see if I am looking back to see if you are looking back at me.” This deep and wide salvation is a beautiful unending circle of love.  

God is always looking at us. He wants us to look to Him and live, not just once to escape death but over and over again to experience life. According to 2nd Chronicles 16.9, His eyes are forever roaming the earth to show Himself strong to those whose hearts are completely His. It is when “our eyes meet” as the romance novels say, that the match is lit. The best place to strike that match is probably sitting on your night table. Open God’s word and start a fire!

Hugs, Shellie

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