When I was less than a year old, my biological brother was born. We were adopted—by different sets of parents. He was raised by a family about 20 miles from where I grew up, but it wasn't until I did some research after our first child was born that I even learned I had a brother. Much to my surprise, there was another human being with the same set of parents as me, a concept totally foreign to me having been raised in an adopted family.
Tom and I met each other face-to-face about 8 years ago for the first time. We met yesterday for the second time when I traveled to Tampa to be with him for his wife's memorial service—she passed away on December 21st.
Although there are some similarities between us, it's the eyes that gives us away. When I look into his eyes, it's like I'm looking into the mirror. We both are prematurely gray, we both have the same shaped legs and our toes look the same. We both have short necks and fair skin. But it's the eyes that takes away any doubt to anyone who sees us together … we're definitely siblings.
Amy Grant sang a song back in the 80's called "My Father's Eyes". Looking at the eyes is like looking into the heart – there's a depth in the eyes that goes past the natural color, shape, clarity, etc. When someone looks into my eyes, I want them to see "My Father's Eyes", looking into His heart as it is being formed in me.
What or who do people see when they look into your eyes? While it blesses me to know there's another set of eyes out there that look like mine, I pray that more than anything people see "My Father's Eyes" when they look at me—His heart emanating from the innermost part of my being.
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