Wednesday Morning Meditation – The Apple Of His Eye

DailyDevotion_1Wednesday Morning Meditation – Psalms

Keep me as the apple of Your eye; Hide me under the shadow of Your wings, From the wicked who oppress me, From my deadly enemies who surround me. (Psalms 17:8-9)

The Apple Of His Eye

“Of all the organs of the body the eye is the most delicate and precious, and is protected by the most wonderful and elaborate contrivances. The eyes are the sentinels of the body, and keep constant guard over it. They are the windows through which the soul looks out upon all things within its range. They are closely connected with the brain, and by a mysterious telegraphy of nerves convey to the brain knowledge of what is passing in the outer world. The eyes are like citizens within the entrenchments of a fortified town, surrounded by outworks, fences, and barricades. And the arms are like two warders to defend them. Note some of their protections. A protruding socket, like a wall around it: with overhanging brow to carry off drops of perspiration; with eyelashes to guard against dust and insects; with lids that automatically close at the approach of danger; with glands which secrete tears that clean and lubricate the ball of the eye; with beds, cushion like for their softness, upon which they repose and revolve with safety. All these and many more show how carefully God keeps the apple of the eye, and help us to see how David desired that God would keep him.” (F. W. Brown)

The sweet psalmist of Israel knew how to paint a picture of God’s beauty more than anyone. Psalm 17 is a text of thanksgiving for the watchful eye of the Lord upon His saints. How wonderful to know that we are loved and protected by our Father as precious the eye is to the whole body. The organs of the body have their peculiar placement as each part of the human frame testifies to the power of God’s creation. Eyes have such a vital role in the completeness of the perfection found in fleshly design. David understood the precious nature of the eye and immersed himself in the knowledge the Lord looked upon his frail spirit as the apple of His eye.

Our God is not an impersonal God. He knows us and cares for us. He is not to be viewed as some tyrant ruling from a throne of anger and revenge but as a benevolent Father who lovingly cares for His children. There is discipline from the Father but His tones are always given with love. I am the apple of His eye. You are the apple of His eye. He cares for me each day. He knows my hurt, my pain, my suffering and my needs. His love for me protects me from the evil one. His Spirit guides me through valleys of darkness because I am the apple of His eye. We share in the family of God a Father who loves beyond any measure of love found among men.

A fire sweeps across the parched ground consuming all in its path. A mother bird shields her babies from the raging fire with her protective wings. When the fire subsides the mother has given her life to protect the ones she loves. Unscathed the little ones scamper out from under the wings. Love protected those she loved from harm. We abide under the mighty wings of God. Sin ravaged through the world and with the blood of His only begotten Son the Father shows His love in protecting us. That protection continues today. He will not allow us to be tempted beyond what we are able to bear and if we abide under His wing we will overcome. It feels so good to be under His wing.

The apple of His eye and the protection of His wings. What a day today is going to be. “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear. What can man do to me?” (Hebrews 13:6)

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s