I truly have the utmost desire to lay down my life for God & do EXACTLY what He has for me to do. I wish to be a servant to Him, and only Him. I wish I had His eyes, His ears, His hands….His heart. Unfortunately, because of my sin, I slip, and forget to really pay attention to what he places in front of me.
This song by Brandon Heath called Give Me Your Eyes inspires me to pray for this….
Looked down from a broken sky
Traced out by the city lights
My world from a mile high
Best Seat in the house tonight
Touched down on the cold black top
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breathe in the familiar shock
Of confusion and chaos
All those people going somewhere, Why have I never cared?
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
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
Ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
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
All those people going somewhere
Why have I never cared?
I’ve been there a million times
A couple of million eyes
Just moving past me I swear
I never thought that I was wrong
Well I want a second glance
So give me a second chance
To see the way you see the people all along
When I hear this song play, I picture myself like Jesus walking down the street being able to see into people's souls. Knowing without them speaking what it is they're going through. I picture being able to hear their unspoken words, and feeling myself all the hurt they have inside.
It hurts me to think..How many times have I just ignored someone who’s been deeply hurt and desperate to talk to someone because I was completely oblivious? How many times did I retaliate because someone “treated me wrong.” When there’s a story that goes along with why they “treated you wrong” in the first place, and they just need someone to respond to them in a loving way, How many times have I been so involved in my work that I failed to talk to a co-worker once throughout the day, How many times have I passed the person on the side of the road begging for money and didn’t even notice them?
One thing that I can say I didn’t always understand, but now FULLY understand is that people are who they are because of their past, what they’ve been through. Someone isn’t just rude to you at the checkout counter because they want to be. People aren’t homeless because they want to be. People aren’t shy because they want to be. We are all humans, we all have a story that brings us to who we are today. Abuse, Neglect, Poverty, Divorce, Racism, Illness, War, Loss of Job, Death, When you find out someone’s story, you will be amazed at how COMPLETELY different you will view them. I hope and pray that I would be able to be still & get to know those stories. I want to wake up from this fog that I've been in most of my life and be purposeful with every interaction that God places before me. I am not guaranteed tomorrow, so why wait until it's too late?