God: Why do I have to do all the talking? What do you have to say to Me?
Me: As if You didn't know...
Lord, show me something new about You. Show me how to "look into Your eyes." I can't imagine what Your face looks like, and it's hard to visualize looking into Your eyes.
God: Go to a mirror. Look into your own and tell Me what you see.
Me: I see myself. At first I see just my own face. But then, the image of me with a crown popped into my head. I was crowned, but hanging my head. Then I saw myself again, still crowned, but this time with a robe. I was looking at the stains on it, and wondering how I came to be wearing it, and about the stains themselves.
I looked like a kid dressed up in his father's clothes. Everything was way too big for me. What does it mean, Lord?
God: Patrick, boys will often go into their fathers' things and pull out their old uniforms, put them on and look into the mirror. What do they look at? They look for some resemblance between themselves and their the hero in their house, their father. Boys dress up like their fathers and look into mirrors so that they can see their fathers in themselves, wanting to believe that they are as brave, as strong, as worthy of honor that their fathers were.
They look at military medals, tour ribbons, and all sorts of brass to find out more about the father they know, what he went through, the things he saw, the friends he made and lost, the sacrifices they all made. When a boy begins to discover these things, he appreciates and loves his father even more, wanting even more to become like him.
You did this with your fathers, and now is the time when you will do the same with Me. You will put on My garments and look for Me in yourself, and you will discover more about Me, the price I paid, the things I did, and you will fall in love with Me again and again as you see who I AM.
I give you permission to use your imagination to do this. Ask Me what you want to know about.
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