Give me your eyes

The more and more I read God’s work, delve into books about having a relationship with God, the more I have realized how amazingly different each on of us is. God truly spent amazing amounts of time on each of us and I am really working to try to look at people through God’s eyes.
I have found a few other Christian women bloggers and yesterday a couple of them wrote about this quote:

“Don’t waste your life trying to fit into a “gift box” that feels too big or too small.

Your God-given gift perfectly fits your personality

and is your purpose and position to win victory.”

I personally struggle with this every day. I know that I constantly look at the women around me and wish that I look more like they did. I wish that I was skinnier, my face was clearer, I looked better in my clothes, my face was shaped differently. I can’t imagine how this makes the One who created me feel. I am constantly putting down his art. I know that it hurts to hear people talk about my photography negatively, so why should I inflict that on other people.

I also know that I am too good at judging those around me. Snide comments enter my head when I am walking down the street and see an overweight woman or a man wearing mismatched clothing. I don’t stop to think of them as art or think about the One who created them. I just judge them in passing and never bother to give a second glance.

This has to stop. We are called to encourage each other, to build each other up (1 Thessalonians 5:11) not to destroy each other by picking out faults. We see the speck of sawdust in someone else’s eyes but fail to notice the plank in our own (Matthew 7:3-5).

I am hoping that as I pray and focus on God’s words He will lead me to seeing people for who he created them to be. They may be doing amazing things in their lives for the others around them, they may be showing Jesus for who he truly is, but I am too focused on their clothing to even notice the difference they are making for the kingdom.
I have listened to this song by Brandon Heath a lot. I think it is wisdom that each one of us needs.
Give me your eyes, Brandon Heath.

Look down from a broken sky


Traced out by the city lights


My world from a mile high


Best seat in the house tonight


Touch down on the cold black top


Hold on for the sudden stop


Breath in the familiar shock


Of confusion and chaos


All those people going somewhere


Why have I never cared


Give me your eyes so I can see


Everything that I keep missing


Give me your love for humanity


Give me your arms for the broken hearted


The ones that are far beyond my reach


Give me you heart for the ones forgotten


Give me your eyes so I can see


Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah


Step out on a busy street


See a girl and our eyes meet


Does her best to smile at me


To hide what’s underneath


There's a man just to her right


Black suit and a bright red tie


Too ashamed to tell his wife


He's out of work, He's buying time


I’ve been here a million times


A couple of million eyes


Just move and pass me by


I swear I never thought that I was wrong


I need a second glance


Give me a second chance


To see the way you’ve seen the people all along