Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress,
So our eyes look to the Lord our God,
Until He has mercy on us.
I’ve been very blind to ME. And when I say “blind,” I’m not talking about ignorance or lack of understanding. I mean that I didn’t SEE me. What I didn’t understand was just how important seeing me is—and what it means.
Let’s backtrack for a minute. I have learned that unless God shows me, I cannot see who someone truly is. So seeing an individual person as God sees them is paramount. And I have! I have experienced the miracle of seeing what God sees; when I glimpsed His vision of a loved one, the whole world shifted because I saw the miracle He intends for her. And when I saw that, I knew that the present reality mattered very little, because His dream was promised and coming. That experience, that vision has never left me. It hasn’t even faded in my memory! That’s the power of seeing through God’s eyes.
I’ve also been taught that when God shows me something or someone, He is giving me a responsibility there. Sometimes I am meant to pray, sometimes to confront, and sometimes I am meant to stand in faith for the promise He allowed me to glimpse. So it’s not like God shows me something for the sole purpose of my personal knowledge. (I learned that one the hard way, too. God was not amused when I took what He’d shown me and used it to trash the person.) When we are privileged to see with God’s eyes, responsibility is part of it.
Now, when it came to seeing myself, I just plain said no to receiving God’s view of me. The pride of self-hatred was ascendant, and I believed that I was seeing “the truth” about myself. I didn’t want to see some sort of rose-colored, dreamy view of me; I wanted “the truth” and the more painful, the better. What I didn’t know is that I wasn’t seeing the truth at all! When I operate outside of the Spirit, I am blind. I see only what the enemy wants me to see. Jesus is “the way, the truth and the life,” so apart from Him, I don’t see the truth at all. I cannot!
The above Psalm exhorts that “our eyes look to the Lord our God until He has mercy on us.” “Our eyes!” Seeing MATTERS. How you see yourself matters enormously. I was crippled by pride, blinded willfully. And I know how much it matters because I’ve now seen ME as God sees me. And when I was blinded to me, I was blinded to Him. If you refuse God’s view of YOU, then you can’t see HIM.
Check back Wednesday for Part 2: But Now I See