So often, it is easy to simply see my frustration when I see my little ones. I see the water all over the floor dripped from the pet water dish, or the piles of cat food left as "treats" for the kitties, or the toys strewn everywhere from our imaginary play. I smell the fifth dirty diaper of the day, or feel my hunger as my lunch still sits..now cold.... on the counter. I hear the baby starting to cry.....again....
But those eyes......
When I look into those eyes.....nothing else matters. I don't see the messes, the dishes, the piles. I just see my child. When I see those eyes, I see the one I carried for over 9 months. The one I puked for, cried for, ached for, cared for, bled for, and pray for. Those eyes shine forth with love and complete trust.
They melt me every time.
So often we feel that when God looks at us, He just sees our mess. He just sees our jealous attitude, ungrateful heart, and selfish spirit. And while that's true.....as God cannot overlook sin in all it's ugliness and rebelliousness. He cannot be close to it in all His holiness.
But you know what He also sees?
When He looks at you, He sees his child. The one He made, the one He ached for, the one He pleads with, and the one He bled and died for. His eyes are constantly on us.....but not in condemnation.