I stared at my eyes in the mirror. Flecks of sunlight and shadow dancing in cool pools of tropical water, rippling over the smooth pebbles. Constant change, yet the same, since birth. Bright-eyed and dreaming, or wet and red, these eyes give me the world.
They can only see what is in front of me. Images flashing, embedded memories, faint shadows of the past gone. And now? Soak it in, wash over me, let me linger one moment longer. Then it’s done. Did I remember to smile? Did I savor each second? What fraction of life did I perceive?
Let it be good. Let it be happy. Help my eyes see like Yours. “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” (Philippians 4:8)