Seeing the World

They asked him "Why was this man born blind?"

Do you ever wonder where your blindness comes from? Do you suffer from blindness? I do. I was surprised this week to realize how little I was seeing.

I remember walking to work this summer, in the cool, bright mornings. I walked six blocks toward the sunrise each day, and six blocks toward the sunset. I remember being awake those mornings. Sure, I usually walked fast. But not fast enough to miss the color of the light, and shades of green the leaves were wearing. I heard the joyful songs of the birds, and noticed fresh flowers. And the breeze smelled and felt so fresh.

I saw, heard, and felt two things on those mornings. "Your heavenly Father is faithful." "Your heavenly Father is good." And it was good to see this. I started the morning with thankfulness and delight. These thoughts provided a ballast of peace to get me through the day.

I cannot afford to be blind. For when I can't see my father's world, I tend to loose sight of my Father as well.   And then my problems become everything. Son of David, have mercy on me.