I must have came from the womb a baby doll lover. A little mother at heart, there was a new baby on my Christmas list each year. We had babies that had took a bottle, babies that wet their diaper, we had babies that made little tears. But one baby doll I played with tons was a doll my mom had as a girl. I'm sure one of the reasons I liked her was that she had bendable joints, minus the missing arm from the elbow down on one side. My memory fails me, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't responsible for that. Nevertheless, I loved that she was bendable. I could position her just right to sit up on her own or I could carry her on my hip like a REAL baby. She was just the right size to wear REAL baby clothes, REAL diapers , she could also wear a REAL bonnet and REAL baby shoes. Another thing I loved about her was that she had these really pretty working eyes. I could lay her down and she would sleep, then pick her up and she would be bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to play.
Except sometimes.
Because sometimes her eyes didn't work exactly right and one would get stuck halfway open.
Ugggghhh.
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.
Except sometimes.
Because sometimes her eyes didn't work exactly right and one would get stuck halfway open.
Ugggghhh.
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.
Yes, this is my second post on Ephesians 1:18 lately, but He's been busy talking to me from there.
The phrase "eyes of your heart may be enlightened" is what He used as a loud speaker.
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"
He caught me with the "rendered evident". To put that meaning in for enlightened, the verse would read something like this:
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.
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.
He wants me to see that I am using the eyes of my heart, which have not been made perfect yet, to look at my life and my circumstances. It will be rendered evident to me that I am getting the wrong perspective when I realize that I am using the wrong eyes. I have a born again spirit that is completely redeemed, and I need to use Spirit eyes to see where my hope lies.
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.
Presence.
XOXO
#Presence2016
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.
Presence.
XOXO
#Presence2016
