I'm a visual; meaning, I can learn easier the art of
changing out my Jeep tail light by watching a "How-To- YouTube-Video"
than opening my glove compartment and pulling out the instruction
manual. I'm a bit like Doubting Thomas in the Bible as I seem to have
this need to "see" for myself rather than read or hear about something.
As I was reading the story of the Road to Emmaus
this week, I started "visualizing" myself walking that road with these
two companions. What would I have done if I had been walking that dirt
road headed home from Jerusalem that day...full of disappointment and
heartbreak? I couldn't help but be reminded of how many times Jesus has been next to me on my own rocky road and I never recognized Him.
What we tend to forget is, we were never meant to
walk this road alone. We are so severely focused on ourselves and the
weight of our struggle that we forget to look up and see the quiet
Companion getting His shoes dirty next to us. He's been there the whole
time....we just refused to open our eyes and look into His.
It wasn't until Jesus broke the bread in their dining room that evening, handed them each a piece of it....a true representation of His broken body He had taught His disciples a mere 72 hours earlier....did
the two on the road to Emmaus tilt their chins up and see who had been
walking on the road next to them. Jesus opened their eyes and they now
saw with heart-eyes.
Sometimes He prevents us from recognizing Him so we can see with our
Hearts and Minds
before recognizing Him with our
Eyes.
You are by my side...You go before me
You stand behind....You tell my fear to run
In the tragedy, You grieve with me
When I can't see...When I can't feelYou stand behind....You tell my fear to run
In the tragedy, You grieve with me
When the pain is real...You are by my side
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