I like to look at Jesus, and see Him looking back at me. Both of us are silent, our eyes fixed in an exchange of love.
His pierced hands hold mine as He looks at me with kindness and reassurance. He glances at my heart, for evidence of faith in Him, and His eyes tell me to keep trusting – not to give up, to believe in Him no matter what may seem to happen.
His eyes are serious. This trust is so important to Him. He’s counting on me. He’s waiting. I’m waiting. We wait together for His Father’s timing.
His eyes plead with me not to doubt Him. So many have doubted, and left Him.
No Jesus, I will not doubt You. I will sit here with You for as long as You desire, just gazing, gazing, at Your Incomparable Loveliness.