The eyes of my Father are upon me.
Knowing this more and more is leading me to a love I can’t explain more and more. Having my Father’s eyes upon me is like being physically alone with Him, even when I am with someone else.
When I was young, it was so important to me to have my dad’s eyes upon me, for him to see what I was doing. To some extent, it was the same with my mom. Ever hear your child say, “Daddy…..Daddy! Look! Look what I can do!”?
Yes, we seek approval from our parents, if we have parents. But how do we feel when we don’t want their approval? Instead, how do we feel when we’d rather they didn’t see what we could do? How do we feel when we’d rather God didn’t see what we can do?”
The eyes of my Father are upon me always. I am learning to desire this more and more, and even though I know His eyes are never absent, I find peace in the desiring of Him seeing me. Of course, I find something else, too. I find that all alone, without trying, obedience flows when I realize His eyes are upon me. This isn’t something driven from fear, either. It just is. The eyes of my Father are upon me always, and I want it no other way.
If I want to sin, if I plan to sin, my mind has to forget that the eyes of my Father are upon me always. How easily sometimes we train our minds to forget. For I know that I do not want my Father to see some of the things I do, and the flesh craves privacy for its deeds. My Spirit is coming to know that the eyes of my Father are upon me always, and this will never change. What hope I find in this!
Can you feel the eyes of our Father upon you?