God Doesn't Do No-Looks

I have been tasked this week to spend five minutes a day interacting with the idea that God looks at me with joy in His eyes.

That's not an easy one for me, as I tend to assume, in my heart of hearts, that God is either not watching me at all (because He doesn't care) or that He's watching me with a critical eye (because He's disappointed).

That sounds stupid when I put in writing. That's what happens when feelings derived from flawed beliefs of the heart. In my head, I know God looks at me with love. But my heart has other opinions.

So as I sat down to engage with my five-minute task, the Bible fell open to Psalm 139, and that was serendipitous enough for my tastes and my task.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

It struck me while contemplating this that, while the soccer no-look pass can be a beautiful thing, God doesn't use that trick where we are concerned.

I was disappointed to not find a good Messi picture to place here, as I prefer his magic over Ronaldo's style of play. But while I found plenty of Ronaldo no-look footage, I didn't see any examples of Messi doing it.

I was disappointed--until I realized that this can be spun to put Messi in a good light. <grin>

Ronaldo may be a master of the no-look pass--and, to be fair, there's no arguing that he creates very beautiful plays that way.

But when God and Messi create, they keep their eyes engaged. (Smile.)

Well, if you don't have much to say, make sure to say it quickly. I'm simply enjoying the thought this morning... the reminder... that God was watching me intently when he knit me together in my mother's womb.

There was joy in his eyes.

He's still watching me intently. Ceaselessly.

You know when I sit and when I rise;

    you perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down;

    you are familiar with all my ways.

I am not a no-look creation.