"Then he touched their eyes and said, 'According to your faith let it be done to you'; and their sight was restored." Matthew 9:29
This is a historical event retold with my imagination...
You can't imagine how hard it is to have no sight. I go to bed at night in pitch black only to wake in pitch black that smothers every single day of my life. Even the smallest sound echos through my ears as I strain to comprehend what it might be. Is it something about to harm me? Voices swirl all around me and I cannot always comprehend the direction of the conversation. Are they talking to me? Are they talking about me? As I run my hand across the silky, cool grass, I can only imagine the true beauty it beholds. And what is this color people describe...I have no idea. I am always the last to be ready for the day. My family whips around me like tornadoes completing their tasks and chores. I have to take the extra time to feel my step ahead for I have stubbed my little toes more than I can begin to count! Although nothing is easy, the one thing that breaks my heart the most is touching the gentle faces of my mom and dad. I know so little of their appearance. Sometimes at night, I lie in bed and imagine how they appear. They must be beautiful for their voices are so kind and gentle.
Life is hard. Life is extremely limited. And many times, this world is a scary place to be when you have no sight.
So you can imagine how my heart skipped a beat when I heard the news that Jesus of Nazareth was in town! Was this my chance? Was this my day? Could it really happen? I had never focused so intensely as I had that day to interpret what others around me were saying about his visit. I was focused for this was my one chance of a lifetime! And then I felt it. Warm hands touched my eyes. The most calm and gentle voice commended me for my faith. At that very moment, the moment he removed his hands, I covered my eyes for I experienced something I had never known in all my days on this earth. My eyes couldn't take it so I buried my face into my hands and fell to the ground. Then, ever so slowly, I barely separated my fingers. I saw what I know now was the lush blades of spring grass covered with morning dew. Slowly it became easier to open my eyes and there before was a world beyond what my mind could have imagined! The people were, oh, so beautiful! The colors were vibrant, deep and soft! The light was refreshing! I saw shapes and textures that I only wondered about before now. It was absolutely amazing! It took my breath away!
Oh, to experience truth like that! How would our lives change if we allowed Jesus to heal us from our blindness? The truth of God is all around us but we so often are blind to His beauty. I would like to encourage you to ask God about the areas in your life that you are blind to Him. Maybe it's disbelief or doubt. Maybe you're so distracted, so busy that you can't see what He wants to show you. Or are you listening to the evil one's lies that you can't see God's truth? Or maybe it's simply a life focused on #1...me, myself and I.
Pray. Ask God to heal you. Have faith that He has something beautiful to reveal to you! Only when we have faith will he begin to show you a whole new world! A world we could have never imagined! A breathtaking view of His truth!