Our eyes are such crucial organs. As children, they are the windows to the world around us, one that is soaked in deeply, the facets of which are new and exciting, much like watching a parade for the first time. When I was pregnant with my youngest, I had some vision changes, which coupled with a genetic visual disorder of which I’m a carrier, were somewhat troubling. Thankfully though, just hormones were to blame. Always the hormones to blame, yeah?
Still, my thoughts wander to the eyes. Vision. Clear sight vs blindness. For as concerned as I was to think about a potential loss of physical sight, how much more should my care be for the blindness of my heart? I get up each morning, friends, with an intention to live in obedience to my Heavenly Father. But the moment my feet hit the floor, I have failed to honor God for who He is. The minute I step out the door, I have struggled to love my neighbor. Each hour of every day, I am confronted by the sinful desires of my own heart, in enmity with God’s Word. The journey through life on this Earth can be testing and swaying: testing what I see against what I know to be true. Swaying my heart to love what is seen instead of clinging to the things which will never pass away.
So what do I do when my feet hit the floor and I struggle with sin? Put on my sunglasses and pretend I can see just fine? Or, perhaps friends, my vision might actually be clear when I find rest in the only sure thing this side of heaven: the work of my Savior, accomplished in history, beautifully orchestrated by God Himself, so that blind men might truly SEE.