The Lord Looks

Our Basset hound was not feeling at all well this morning.

Having had a very uncomfortable night, as well, I knew I had to take her to the veterinarian.

After waiting only a short time, we were called back to the exam room.

There, I noticed an x-ray illuminator on the wall.

I began to think….

It was there so that the doctor could clip an x-ray film on it and the light from it would make the images visible for inspection.

What if who we really are—our thoughts, emotions and memories—could be placed on a screen and made visible for inspection?

What would they look like?

Others look at us the same way we look at them–seeing the outward appearance.

At times, we are well acquainted with someone else and we have some idea of their true nature, yet we cannot really see all that they are.

God knows each of us, totally.

All our experiences.

All our feelings and emotions.

All our thoughts.

He doesn’t need a bright light in order to reveal our souls.

When God was instructing Samuel to go and anoint a new king from among the sons of a man named Jesse, Samuel looked at one of them and thought surely he was the one to be king– but God told him otherwise.

1 Samuel 16:7 says,

But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”

God knew the heart’s of each of Jesse’s sons, and He had selected one of them to be king.

God has not changed.

He knows our hearts, as well.

Your heart.

My heart….

 

the heart

 

 

 

 

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