Give me your eyes....

Give me your eyes…

Who am I? The thought or question was shared by a friend. Do you have that thought? I did while driving to pick up my mother in law for a day at the doctor. As that thought made its way through my brain more popped in…I saw someone walking across a light rail bridge…Where were they going? What was happening in their day? I saw so many cars on the road with me and wondered where were they going? Who were they meeting? I was suddenly aware that I am a dot, a speck.

Okay, back to earth Julie and focus on the task at hand…getting safely to Mary Lou’s and on to the doctor.
The radio is playing in the background of my thoughts; songs come and go as easily as a cool breeze on a hot summer day.

Then one song in particular delivered me from my random thoughts and into the moment.

Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity

Exodus 3:1-6
1Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the desert and came to Horeb, the mountain of God.2There the angel of the LORD appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up.3So Moses thought, "I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up."
4When the LORD saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, "Moses! Moses!"
And Moses said, "Here I am."
5"Do not come any closer," God said. "Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground."6Then he said, "I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob." At this, Moses hid his face, because he was afraid to look at God.

Sometimes I wonder if this was not the first time the burning bush appeared for Moses. Maybe it went on for days before Moses had eyes to see the burning bush instead of the task of tending sheep. I know I get busy with my day and my list of things to get done. I worry that I may be missing the burning bush. Maybe the real question is not Who am I, but may I have your eyes? If we ask for His eyes we might see the burning bushes we pass by every day…we may feel the holy ground beneath our feet…we may have “arms for the broken hearted…yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”

Abba Father, Give me your eyes, your arms, your heart…Here I am. Amen

Julie Weldon

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