I would be lying if I said I didn't want things. I want a lot of things, in fact. I want to travel everywhere and write a book and, as of recently, have a mini goldendoodle. (You also want one; you just don't know it yet.) But if there was one thing, one thing that I could ask for, it'd be to look into Jesus's eyes.

I want to look into the eyes of the man who is God and still decided to come down as man. I want to look into the eyes of the man who walked the earth, who felt the weariness and emotions of flesh and remained perfect. I want to look into the eyes of the man who grieved over the sin and death that was present within His people during His time here.

I want to look into the eyes of the man who was so obedient to the point of death, to the point of crucifixion on a cross, for me. I want to look into the eyes of the man who carried the weight of my sin and punishment on His own shoulders. I want to look into the eyes of the man who was willing to lay His perfect life down for me, someone who took 17 years to realize His sovereignty and love.

I want to look into the eyes of the man who has wiped me completely clean and white as snow. I want to look into the eyes of the man whose love and grace and forgiveness are abundantly present for me every single morning that I wake up. I want to look into the eyes of the man who calls me His child, beloved, and redeemed.

I want to look into the eyes of the man who invites me into His ministry, into His work. I want to look into the eyes of the man who enables me to love and lead girls through small group and summer camps and friendships. I want to look into the eyes of the man who equips me and provides for me and can somehow transform these bones into a light for His name.

I want to look into the eyes of the man who daily shows me glimpses of what eternity will look like through the people around me. I want to look into the eyes of the man who decided to give me best friends who will spontaneously grab me in their arms and pray over my life. I want to look into the eyes of the man who can bind together a room of 40 sinners in reckless abandonment of their flesh, their sins, and their struggles to proclaim and scream and shout His name because that is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.

I want to look into the eyes of the man who says that someday, I will rise in glory with Him. I want to look into the eyes of the man who has known me and chosen me before the foundations of the earth were created. I want to look into the eyes of the man who is constantly refining and redeeming and sanctifying me on earth.

I want to look into the eyes of fire, the eyes of love, the eyes of Jesus.