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Maxine in car mid-MayIt was an eerie experience at first. There I was, standing in the semi-darkness beside our granddaughter’s cot, leaning over to pat her until she settled again. I thought I had been successful. I thought she had gone back to sleep and was busy congratulating myself. But when I looked down at her again, I realised with a shock that those big, brown eyes of hers were wide open and staring straight back at me, fixed firmly on my face. It might have been dark in that bedroom—but not nearly dark enough for our little Maxine to miss seeing her grandmother standing there looking down at her.

For a while, she seemed happy just to know I was there and to feel my hand patting her and smoothing her hair. Yet I could not lean over her cot forever. I tried to move away—but those big, brown eyes followed my every movement. I did not even make it to the door before our little girl let out an anguished yell and waved her fists frantically in the air. I leant over her cot again—and that look of desolation in those gorgeous, almond-shaped eyes pierced me to the heart. Needless to say, I picked her up. And soon she was cuddled in close to my body, quiet and contented.

Day by day, our six month old Maxine is becoming much more knowing all round. Those eyes of hers seem to miss very little that really matters. At present, whenever she sees her mother walk past, she will follow her every move and demand some attention from her, even if her lovely dad is cuddling her. But when anyone else she isn’t too sure about comes near her, she usually subjects them to ‘the Maxine stare’—a long, unblinking assessment that can become quite unnerving! It’s as if she sees into our very souls and decides for herself whether we pass muster or not.

As I remember the way Maxine’s eyes focussed so directly on me in that semi-darkness beside her cot, I realise I can learn from her. How often do I forget to keep my own eyes fixed fully on the one who really matters, the only one who can rescue me when I have lost my way or pick me up when I have fallen down? How often do I become distracted with other things that demand my attention? How often do I trust in them, only to find they fail me in the end? In Hebrews 12:2-3, we read:

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

I want to learn, like Maxine, to keep my eyes glued to the only one who can save me and set me free. I want to consider him fully and continue to be absorbed by him so I will be encouraged and not give up. After all, nothing else and no one else is going to compare with him—or matter—in the end.

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