Who’s Watching?

Doo-dee-doo – just strolling along…  All of a sudden, you feel like you’re being watched!  Your inner guard goes up and you find yourself paying a lot more attention to just who and what is around you at the moment.

You start walking towards an area which is more populated, and the lighting is better.  Inside your mind you’re starting to rehearse all the kickboxing techniques you’ve been learning – just in case!  You veer away from any parked cars that look suspicious, and you try and look confident rather than scared.  You look people right smack in the eye – don’t even think about messing with me!

Okay, okay, I admit it.  I’ve been watching Criminal Minds way too much…

But really, I do want to talk about the days when you are just living your normal day-to-day life.  Maybe at the office, maybe watching your kids, maybe at a restaurant or grocery store.

Maybe you’re outside doing some yard work, and then your husband comes out to ask you a question that just irritates you at the moment, and you find yourself yelling at him.  All of a sudden you realize one of your neighbors next door was right in their garage and heard everything you just said (not that I’ve ever done that – well, maybe…).

Blessed GodEspecially as Christians, we need to be so careful about how we live our lives.  Because, actually, we are on display all the time.

So what exactly do I mean by that?

One time that comes to mind is a few years back when Jeffrey was still living at home.  We were up in Seattle where Jeffrey and I were spending some time visiting with my sister while Gary was out making sales calls for his job.

We were staying in a local hotel that had free breakfast, and as Gary had to take off, I was sitting alone with Jeffrey in the restaurant.  Now let me tell you, Jeffrey takes the meaning of being a “slow eater” to a whole new dimension!  And yes, I was getting cranky with him, but trying to hold it in the best I could.

There was a large swim meet in town, and the hotel restaurant was packed with teenage girls laughing and giggling, and just being – well, teenage girls.

That was irritating me too…

I found myself looking around wondering who and where their parents were – do they realize how blessed they are to have these beautiful girls?  Why are they not keeping a better eye on them?

I tried to maintain a pleasant face as I continued to urge Jeffrey to “eat faster and try and stay clean.”

All of a sudden I noticed there was a woman standing right next to me, and she had tears in her eyes…

I’ve been watching you with your son; you do such a good job with him.  I’m sure it must be hard.  May God bless you…

Love GodNeedless to say that shook me up, and I was filled with inner shame at my attitude.  I knew that the Lord had brought her to me, and a deep humbleness entered within me as I know the Lord sent her to encourage me – in spite of my attitude!  Not with condemnation, but just as a reminder that I am His child, and He’s with me every step of the way.

I thanked the woman profusely, and as I watched her walk away I noticed that she had a very severe limp.  I felt in my heart that she herself had gone through her share of sorrows, but instead of feeling sorry for herself she took the time to come and comfort me.

I prayed for her right then and there – that God would bless her and her family.

So as I mentioned earlier, remember that we are being watched all the time.  Even when you think you’re in a location where no one knows you, Someone is watching you.  Our Heavenly Father always has His eyes on us.

O LORD, you have examined my heart and know everything about me.  You know when I sit down or stand up.  You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.

Psalm 139:1-2 (NLT).


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