Our inner eyes are part of our original design, given to us by the Creator, to help us be creative like Him. How we use these eyes determines almost everything we say or do, whether for good or for evil.
 
From my earliest childhood, I have always had an exceptionally strong imagination. It has allowed me to be visionary and creative, but it has also been hijacked by my flesh, generating a lot of fear and worry. From my perspective, these two things are the fruit of having my inner eyes hijacked by my flesh, seeing what it projects for me to see. This has been a constant battle and will not cease until my flesh is finally laid aside.
 
Fear and worry are the effects of the negative meditation of my mind’s eye. When we are afraid it is because we imagine what will happen based upon something that has happened in the past. We picture it, roll it around in our minds, over and over again, until our bodies react as if it what we are imagining was real.
 
The eyes of our heart were designed to help us walk this life of faith and grasp godly vision, which I have been experiencing since the first moment Jesus stepped into my life. I have not had the privilege of seeing Jesus with my physical eyes but have often seen Him with the eyes of my heart. I can easily envision Him as I meditate upon the Four Gospels, picturing everything He said and did. My inner vision of Him has been so real and inspiring that it makes any movie version of Him disappointing by comparison. I have also seen Him portrayed in the preaching of others, which is mainly how the Galatians saw Him:
O foolish Galatians! Who has bewitched you that you should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ was clearly portrayed among you as crucified? (Galatians 3:1)
 
Something else was vying for their eyes. They were being bewitched just as Eve had been—through their inner eyes.