Child of God

I am a child of God. I can dance in my Father’s eyes. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Is he calling me pure? Because I think I’ve seen him. Not all of him—no. That’s impossible, because there is no end to him. But I am a child of God! Nothing is impossible for me. All problems are irrelevant, for he is always here with me, inside of me, to take care of them. Never let me take my eyes off of you again. I have nothing to give when my focus is lost. Instead of staring at limitations and hopeless situations, may I stare into your eyes. Your eyes are not empty. They are full of more than I can imagine. I can see your heart when I look into them; mysteries are revealed. Don’t let me shift my gaze. This is the time in history to gaze into God’s eyes. Much will be found there. Things we’ve searched for our whole lives are there. He has been staring into us since before our birth, always steadily wooing and drawing us, because he knows that what we need is there. His eyes are like an ocean full of treasures. Some of the treasures are only visible and beautiful after being refined by fire—the fire in his eyes.