Because sometimes her eyes didn't work exactly right and one would get stuck halfway open.
Not a very pleasing scenario for a little girl who wanted a doll that was as close to a REAL baby as possible.
Persistent little mommy that I was, usually with a little prompting and poking, I could get her eyes to finally cooperate.
God used those days of playing with baby dolls to teach me something as I camped out in Ephesians 1:18 last week.
I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints.
The phrase "eyes of your heart may be enlightened" is what He used as a loud speaker.
"enlightened" = from the Greek word photizo which means "to give light to", "to render evident"
I pray that the eyes of your heart may be rendered evident.
Which begs me to ask, "Just what are the eyes of my heart then if they need to be rendered evident?"
Scripture teaches us that our hearts are deceitful above all things, Jeremiah 17:9. My heart is the seat of my will, emotions, my personality - all of the parts of me that are still being sanctified, still being made perfect. When I look at things with my heart of flesh, I am looking at it all wrong.
Amy, your eyes are broken. They're like baby doll eyes.
Not my heart eyes.
Yes, sometimes I look at life through baby doll eyes.
And they are broken.
They don't open properly. They don't gaze upon the right things.
They don't gaze upon His presence.
Always with me.
In every single trial, frustration, circumstance.