Recently, I've felt God's hands on my cheeks - as He tries to get me to look at Him, to be still and to just listen to what He has to say. He is looking into my eyes and into my heart, trying to speak to me, to get my attention.
He's been working on my heart in big ways the last several months - showing me the importance of His grace and living with the sweet, sweet Gospel in sight. Somewhere, somehow, I lost the beauty of the Gospel.
The last several weeks, He's been holding me close, reminding me of where's I've lost focus - where I've lost track of His holiness, His beauty and grace. My quiet times have been incredibly special and absolutely life-changing.
There are so many times throughout the day, when I feel Him grabbing a hold of me, pulling my face in His direction. He is telling me to be still, remember who He is, what He has done and what He created me to be. He has been like a loving parent, gently speaking to my heart - that I've lost focus and I need to look in His eyes.
God's grace does not fade, when we lose our focus. He will, once again, bend down, grab hold of us, and speak, as only a loving Heavenly Father could.
"But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear." - Matthew 13:16