His Mother's Eyes

Posted by Trae Mundt on March 21, 2025

I've know Quentin since he was a little boy.

It always amazes me how portraits come to life. I start with a blank piece of very nice paper and my graphite pencils. I usually place the eyes first, then the rest of the face, ears, neck, and hair.

Something happened while I was drawing Quentin's portrait. It was so special. At times, I saw his mother's eyes. I was overwhelmed with so much joy. Is this how our Father in Heaven looks at us? Did I get a glimpse of his love for us? I think I did. What comes to my mind is Psalm 139, verses 13-16.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

That's the love we crave, to be known and loved.

Beautiful. Powerful. Majestic.

With love,

~Trae

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