My Father’s Eyes

An unpleasant Memory re-surfaced today.  I thought I’d share a little in the hopes of encouraging those who find it difficult to forgive.

Years ago, I was continually thrown into social gatherings with a person who clearly couldn’t stand me, and who seemingly enjoyed trying to make me feel inferior every chance she got.  Though I have to admit, her distaste stung at times, I chose to ignore it as much as possible.  Until the day it affected my young daughter.  When adults purposefully hurt each other that’s one thing, but when someone hurts your child-the mama bear claws come out.  Believe me when I say, It’s almost impossible to forgive the ones who hurt your children, and negative words spoken in hatred can last a lifetime.

But God.

Something interesting happened.  One evening I sat around the table with a few friends and my arch nemesis as the topic turned to faith.  It was then that I learned the truth about this lady.  We were discussing Bible studies and wanting to have a deeper relationship with the Lord when she spoke up and stated that she had no desire to ever read the Bible, let alone study it.  She had no time for God and saw no value in pursuing him at all.

Right then and there, my heart broke for her.  I understood her completely.  She didn’t know the Lord, at least not intimately.  She was lost.

Though lovely on the outside, affluent and appearing to have it all, she actually had nothing.  Nothing lasting anyway.

She had tried so many times to hurt me, make me feel inferior, etc., because she herself felt insecure.  Less than.

I like to say that the devil tipped his hand that day.  Because she actually spoke up, I knew exactly how to pray for her.  That’s my “superpower”, I pray.

One of my prayers is “Lord, please allow me to see others the way YOU see them”.  Just like “My Father’s Eyes”, a beautiful song recorded years ago by Amy Grant:

“Eyes that find the good in things, when good is not around.

Eyes that find the source of help, when help just can’t be found.

Eyes full of compassion, seeing every pain.

Knowing what you’re going through, and feeling it the same.”

She ends the song by saying, “And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done, good and bad they’ll all be had to see by everyone.  And when you’re called to stand and tell just what you saw in me, more than anything I know, I want your words to be ‘She had her Father’s Eyes.”

That’s my prayer for you.  That before you judge, you choose to see others with our Father’s eyes.  Eyes full of love and compassion.  Forgive them, they are the ones truly hurting on the inside.  Life’s too short not too.

As for me?  Well, every now and then I get a little painful reminder of someone who has hurt me or one of my kids in the past.  The tinges of wounded feelings have lessened as I pray for the ones who have inflicted the pain, and I pray for those who I may have hurt as well.  I forgive as quickly as possible and pray for my own forgiveness.  It’s how we heal, cope and move on.

The future is too bright and full of hope to hang on to past hurts.  God is up to something, and it’s not just good—it’s going to be AMAZING!

Please let me know if there is something on your heart that I can pray for you about.  It would be my honor to lift you up in prayer.



2 thoughts on “My Father’s Eyes”

  1. Love this wisdom! Thank you for posting. We all know people like that in our lives and this is a good reminder! ❤️❤️


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