I have been thinking a lot about the walls we all build around ourselves and our hearts. We build walls for all kinds of reasons, for protection, to hide, to exclude others, but I think most of these reasons boil down to fear – we build walls because we are afraid.
It is interesting when you come up against someones wall, it usually appears to be quite strong, tall and unable to be breached, but I think most of these walls are not set on firm foundations. They are built quickly out of fear and as times passes openings appear at the bottom. These openings are small and initially hidden, but are easily spotted by those near the ground. They are the perfect size for a sly serpent to crawl under and continue feeding the fears, or for a humble heart to crawl under and dispel the fears with the light of truth that shines forth from humble heart.
This is not new information, but oh how important it is – we should revisit it often and remember to humble ourselves.
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of others.
As we walk along the path of our life journey I think the surest way to know that we are headed in the right direction is to practice self reflection. This is a practice of humility – when we are willing to see ourselves in His light of truth, the light continues to grow and extends beyond the boundaries of ourselves shining it’s light on our path ahead.
But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.
My mind is a jumble of thoughts as I think of infinity buried in a point where everything on the inside is bigger than what is on the outside, and how difficult it is to wrap my earthly mind around this, as I look at the night sky and feel infinitesimally small, but then attempt to accept or believe or have faith that there is something or some place so much bigger buried and hidden from us in a point, in a second, in a planck length.
And then I am AMAZED to the point of tears with an aching joy in my heart knowing that somehow, mysteriously this is TRUE…
Oh how swift and sure the sword of truth flies…
For my 2 or 3 readers (you know who you are), please know that I would love to live by my words, but unfortunately I am still a poor and wretched soul speaking/writing as I would love to live, but failing 99.9% of the time to live this way and only succeeding when His divine hand intervenes to act through me.
I am a hypocrite and I am a gossip and I have brought pain to those I love all the while arrogantly believing that I was actually helping. Oh how painful it is when the sword of truth pierces our heart. I am not writing this to wallow in my failures and pain though, but I want to take these failures and this pain and glorify our sweet, wonderful, and faithful Lord.
Since Lent began I have been praying for a clean heart and oh how quickly He began to work!
Being a hypocrite and a gossip were not even on my radar. It never occurred to me that these titles are mine, that they are on my resume, that they apply to me, but He came through and sent His sword of truth flying directly into my heart, piercing through the hardened layers to awaken me and show me that oh yes these titles do apply to me, they are mine and I fall hard into these categories.
Yet, I do not despair, for our Lord has opened my eyes to these sins and there is no better way to begin repenting for a sin than first realizing that the sin is ours.
I know His work is not done in me and sweet Lord for this I am so thankful!
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
My husband went for a run the other day and when he came back he was literally dripping with sweat and he asked me if he smelled bad. I leaned in, took a big whiff and honestly I thought he smelled nice and I said “You smell good to me”. He smiled and said it didn’t count because I see him with the eyes of love.
I was thinking of this today and thinking that seeing someone through the eyes of love is more true and real than any other way to see someone. I think it should always count and be the only opinion that counts! Maybe I was the only person on earth at that moment that didn’t think my husband smelled, but maybe I was also the only person in the world who could really smell him.
Doesn’t God look at us with the eyes of love? Isn’t this how he is able to constantly forgive and forget everything we do to ourselves and each other? Does this make it okay to live life with our rose colored glasses on all of the time? Does this make it okay to try to see the good in everything?
Maybe there are no rose colored glasses. Maybe instead there are dark and dingy glasses that block us from seeing with the eyes of love if we refuse to take them off.
I feel like at times constant optimism can hurt the ones we love if they are suffering or going through a very difficult time, but maybe it isn’t constant optimism. Maybe the dark and dingy glasses are off and saying “It is going to be okay” or “You are going to be okay” is not a lie or a hollow consolation, but more real and true than our loved one can yet see.
Jesus said, “Whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”
If we really are wearing dark and dingy glasses maybe a good way to start trying to remove them is by literally saying out loud “It is Our Best Life” everyday.
Let’s take off our glasses and start seeing everyone with the eyes of love!