The Eye

Have I told you that someone taped a drawing of a pair of big, “Precious Moment”-type (remember those?) eyes with lashes to the top edge of the Star Wars machine? Yeah, I noticed them earlier this week.  Cute…  They made me think of my oldest granddaughter who went through a period of drawing those eyes on all of the people she drew. Now, that made me smile.

So today, while I was lying there looking at the pair of eyes and listening to the louder than usual buzzing, which was growing annoying, I began looking studiously at my personal Star Wars and hey! It does look like an eye- a large, dark, (blood shot) eye.  (Ewwww). The “pupil” is 27 cubits x 27 cubits (I asked), and the entire circumference is even larger.  Sometimes, I wonder if it’s doing anything except making noise and causing stress in my life-the gigantic eye…oh, and causing my ta-ta to begin to turn pink…yeah, I guess the big eye of Star Wars is making that happen.

I began thinking about the many times we use the eye terminology: ‘I’ve got my eye on you, so you had better behave in church today,’ (or the grocery, or the movies). Mothers everywhere have used this phrase at least 50 times!

Then there is the one we say when we are meeting a friend at a busy restaurant or shopping mall: ‘I’ll be there at 12:30; keep an eye out for me.’

Now, you have to read the next one with the proper inflection, which I will attempt to provide.  This is one my husband says sometimes: ‘You’re looking gooood. I’ve got my eye on you, girl.’ 😄

I wonder what it is about one eye instead of both eyes? Silly thought, maybe, but the Bible uses the eye, too.

Pslam  33:18, says, “Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear him, on those who hope in his steadfast love,”

In the chapter before, Psalm 32:8, says, “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.”

Well, I’m sure hoping in His steadfast, unwavering love… and what an ongoing relief to know that God instructs me in the way I need to go because I have many questions about paths I need to take.  But, He keeps His eye on me, so I feel pretty safe.

At this point my wandering thoughts turn to an old song that my father-in-law loved to sing whenever he had a chance to sing; his full Irish tenor voice soaring on the chorus of “His Eye Is On The Sparrow” filled my mind.

I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free, for His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He’s watching me.



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