Your Gaze

I feel your gaze gently resting on me. I sense Your call to look up and see Your face. But inside, my emotions rage. I feel the shame that shrouds my heart; I feel the fear that lowers my gaze and reminds me of my weakness.

You are holy; You are beautiful; You are all that humanity is meant to be. I am so much less than that. I am so far from who You are and where I am meant to be.

Will I risk to look up and see Your face? Will I meet Your gaze and allow You to see deep within my soul? I long to be loved. I long to see the warmth of Your smile and know the tenderness of Your affection, but to know that You know me - to live in the intimacy of Your gaze …

I want to run, I want to hide; but more than anything, I want to be loved, to be accepted, to belong. I want to live in Your love. I long to be more than I am, so I will gaze into the eyes of the only One who can change me. I will risk being known, for I want to know You. So, I will look up, and look into the eyes of the One who looks at me.