My Son Has Eyes that Window to His Precious Soul

My son has eyes that window to his precious soul…

I have always loved the quotes “the eyes are the windows to the soul”…..”the eyes mirror the heart of the self”….”the eyes speak truth when there are not words…”

My son has those kinds of eyes….

They sing blue when you look into them, the sweetest blue which is found in the promises of God, like rainbows, the ocean, the heavens….

Like my son’s eyes…

My son is a gentle soul, perhaps the gentlest soul I know.  Even at birth.  He is a twin and came first.  I remember quite clearly them laying him in the little isolate and his quiet,  when what I needed to hear was his loud-birth cry telling the world of his entry…but, I waited and there was no such cry.  I could barely see him…but, what I could was my son’s little head looking around as if for something…or someone..maybe his Mom? His brother?   I panicked and asked the doctor to please tell me what was wrong with my baby and I will never forget Dr. Hager’s words..

“Mom…he is perfectly fine.  He is waiting for you.  He knows your work is not yet done and awaits the arrival of his brother very patiently.  Once his brother is here, and he hears his cry, then your son will speak his own.”

And, he was right.

The moment his brother entered this world, my son raised his own voice in celebration!

He is a gentle soul.  Perhaps the gentlest soul I know.

Yet, he is not weak, in fact, if anything, he is strong…very strong.

Perhaps the strongest soul I know.

His is the kind of strength which comes from deep inside, where manhood is found.  His spirit took root in his heart very young…enabling him to see things which others miss…the value of being kind, coming to the rescue of a brother, sharing the secrets of a sister, telling the truth to his mother, standing tall with his father ….

I think God truly enjoys hearts like that of my son.

And, I think God uses those hearts like my son’s to remind us of His great love and compassion…..and call for all of us.

When I look at the eyes of my son, I see so many things I treasure..

I see dreams, aspirations…

I see a writer

I see a pilot

I see quiet strength

I see manly integrity

I see a courageous and brave warrior

I see a dependable brother

I see a precious son….

I see Jesus when I look into the eyes of my son

And, in that, I am blessed.

To be able to see how God uses the eyes to the soul of my son….is one of my most precious…

………Blessings,

Lesa