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What Face Are You Making?

“Mommy, are you making a mad face at me?”

This came from my (almost) four-year-old.

Suddenly my eyes came back into focus, and I replied, “No, sweetheart, mommy is sleeping with her eyes open.”

He smiled and climbed on the couch. “That’s silly.”

I love kids. They speak their minds.

We adults, well, not so much. Sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes not.

An adult might have seen my expression and just got offended, assuming the worst.

It’s all about perspective. Once he knew that I was just extraordinarily tired, we were good.

My thoughts today are this:

  1. Is that person really making a mad face at you, or are they just “sleeping with their eyes open”?

Maybe we should cut each other some slack. So and so could be just completely in their own world. Perhaps they need someone to care? A simple, “hey, you doing okay?” If they bite your head off (about a 0.5% chance that will happen), then you can work through it. Or maybe they will tell you what’s really going on. A prayer opportunity might arise. Instead of an offense opportunity. Let’s cut each other some slack. Let’s let things roll off our back. Let’s show kindness.

2. What face are you making?

Or are you even looking? Maybe you are engrossed in your phone, completely missing the people in your life. When we are so busy and run down that other’s think we are scowling… well, that’s a problem.

Sometimes it’s just life. We are tired and stare off into space.

Likened to Walter Mitty, only instead of imagining yourself on crazy adventures, you’re just… sleeping with your eyes open.

Please tell me you have seen the Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

People matter. You matter. God cares about the burden’s you are carrying. And He cares about the burdens your neighbor is carrying.

Casting all your cares [all your anxieties, all your worries, and all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares about you [with deepest affection, and watches over you very carefully].

1 Peter 5:7 Amplified

I can think of a few friends of mine who are always smiling. Genuinely smiling. And, yet, I know just a bit of what they have going on. They walk by faith, believing that God is in control, even in the struggle.

I want my face to show the love, joy, peace of God. Truly.

However, if you see me walking around this week looking like I’m mad at you.

I’m not.

I’m just sleeping with my eyes open.



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