Seeing through Jesus Eyes of Compassion; Being His Mouthpiece

I quiet myself: “I am here, Lord. What is it You want to speak to me today, Lord? What is it You want to show me? I am listening. I am watching.”

I am with Jesus, my right hand in His, my left hand outstretched. His River of love and life is flowing out of my belly. My eyes are fixed on Him. In His eyes is liquid love. Pure love. Pure life. His eyes are deep wells. My eyes cannot look away from His.

My Lord speaks: “You have captured My heart, Tara.”

His gaze penetrates mine. Unseen beams of love and light transfer from His eyes to mine. My eyes change and grow and expand. He is giving me His eyesight.

“You have eyes to see Me, Tara. Now I am giving you the ability to see through My eyes. I can trust you. You have been faithful to steward what I have given you. I can give you more. In the same way your heart aches with love for your children, it will now ache with love for Mine. You will now see others through My eyes of love and compassion. I have already given you this gift. You have shown Me that you will allow Me to move you with compassion. Now I am giving you more. You will see others through My lens of love. Allow My compassion to move you. Keep your eyes fixed on Me. Agree with what I’m doing. Speak what I’m speaking. Love out of My love. The greatest gift of all is love. That’s what they need. Not your love, but Mine. Your eyesight in the natural has always been better than 20/20. Your eyesight in the spirit will be supernatural. You will see in the spirit through My eyes. Keep your gaze fixed on Me.”

“Lord, I want all You have for me. I receive this gift with a grateful heart. If I previously shut it down out of fear, or for any reason, forgive me. I love You. I receive.”

A bolt of light shoots out of His eyes into mine. I jolt back, but my gaze remains fixed on Him. My right hand remains in His. The beam of light picks me up and flips me onto Jesus’ shoulders. I am perfectly balanced. His hands are on my ankles. The River still flows, but now I see letters in the River. From my new vantage point I can see words. I see people’s names. I know if a name jumps out of the water, He is speaking to me about that name.

“Be My mouthpiece, Tara. Speak out of My flow inside of you.”

I open my mouth to agree with Jesus, and the River gushes forth. It flows from my belly still, but the flow from my mouth … [pause] ... I get nervous. I want to see Jesus, but He is still holding me on His shoulders. I reach my right hand down to take hold of His. And I pull His funnel cloud of glory out of His hand and lift it up above me. He is still holding me on His shoulders, but now I can see His face in His glory cloud. I look into His eyes and I see names, words, and people. I look into the River and I see names coming out of my belly, and words coming out of my mouth. The words coming out of my mouth are written in chunky letters. They are rising out of the water and being sent out.

“My words are alive, Tara. There is life in them. In Me they breathe and move and have their being. Tell them where to go.”

“How do I know where they need to go, Lord?”

“You know. Listen to the flow. You know My voice.”

[I call forth names that I hear or see.] Am I hearing the names, seeing them, or both? I’m not sure. But I know what the names are.

“Be My mouthpiece, Tara. Speak My words of life out of My flow within you to My children. Listen to the compassion. Compassion is the cry of My heart. Let it be the cry of yours. I gave you that gift. Now I am perfecting it with My love. Keep your eyes fixed on Me, and you will see others through My lens of love. Speak My words of life to those I love.”

I see people in Jesus’ eyes. I look out and scan the horizon. People are coming. Many people are coming.

I speak: “Come to the River of life. Come to the River of love. He loves you with an everlasting love, and underneath are the everlasting arms. In His River is healing, salvation and deliverance. All who are thirsty, come. All who are hungry, come.”

I am calling to them, but it's Jesus calling them through me. It’s my voice, but Jesus’ words.

“Yes, Lord, I will be Your mouthpiece.”