Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Gift of Sight~

As soon as I turn the corner, I see him.
White cane in hand, he taps his way along the sidewalk.
The tilt of his head in my direction lets me know he has "seen" me, too.

As I slowly drive past,
I try to imagine life in his shoes.
Guided by touch.
Navigating through life by way of sound.
Living each moment without truly seeing all that the moment holds.

To not be able to see a sunrise.
To not be able to stand atop a vista and take in the view.
To not be able to gaze into the eyes of a child.
To not be able to read a hand-written letter.
To not be able to see your reflection in a mirror.

As I make my way on down the street,
heading back into my own life,
I steal one more view of him in the rear-view mirror.

And, I see it.

The face of this man is not only sporting darkly tinted glasses,
 but also a smile.

I pull into the parking lot at the church where I serve as a Children's Minister.
As I turn off the engine and prepare to step out into my day,
I pause in the silence and I wonder.

Is it possible to be blind and yet still see?
Is it possible to see and yet be so very blind?

Hear this, you foolish and senseless people,
    who have eyes but do not see,
    who have ears but do not hear.
    ~Jeremiah 5:21

Do you have eyes but fail to see
and ears but fail to hear? 
~ Mark 8:18

It is so much more than seeing what is in front of us. 

Sitting in my car,
I realize I may be the one who is walking blindly through life.
Guided by fear.
Navigating through life by way of
earthy cares and concerns,
insecurities and doubt.
Living each moment without truly seeing all that the moment holds.

To not be able to see the heartache underneath the smile of a dear friend.
To not be able to see the sin in my own heart.
To not be able to see God's design for my life tucked into the trials and disappointments.
To not be able to see the strength I possess because Christ lives in me.
To not be able to see the blessings of today because I'm stuck in the past and worrying about the future.
To not be able to see God in the everyday moments of my day.

I look in the rearview mirror to check my appearance before I head into the office.
No dark glasses,
but no smile, either.

Lord, I want to see.
I don't want to stumble through life
only catching a glimpse of you here
or a brief view of you there.
I want to see you in everything,
 in all, 
in the WHOLE of my life.
Touch the eyes of my heart, Lord.
Remove all that hinders me from having a clear view.
I want to see, Lord.

I step out of my car
and head to the door of the church.

As I walk along the sidewalk,
I look up,

I see it.

as plain as day,
is a heart-shaped cloud.

God's healing touch has already begun,
and I smile.~♥

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  1. love this. it is all too easy to get wrapped up in earthly things and lose all sight of what is on God's heart. i'm glad He was able to use a blind man to open your eyes! :)

  2. Stacey, just beautiful and so very true too! thank you so much ... I am off to bed to think on these wonderful musings!


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