To be born visually impaired is something most of us would consider a horrible thing. To lose one‘s sight after having experienced the beauty that surrounds us is even more of a loss. My own mother, an avid reader and quilter, suffered from Macular Degeneration for 5 years before she died. I remember when she received her diagnosis. She called me and told me that she was going to study my face and that of her grandchildren so hard that she would never forget what we looked like once her sight was gone. I recall her sadness once she could no longer quilt or read. I treasure the final quilt that she made with her arthritic hands, and I trace my hands across the crooked stitches from time to time imagining what it must have been like for her to experience a loss of sight and independence.
Physical sight is something we treasure. It should not taken for granted. But the ability to "see" with eyes of faith is a gift we can only hope for. When the "film" of sin is removed from our sight, only then can we "see" our true selves - that which the Father in heaven sees. Sometimes we must lose something in order to gain new "insight" into another way of thinking or looking at a situation. For only through loss can rebirth be achieved. The song, "Amazing Grace" by John Newton 1779), captures the sentiment perfectly. “I once was lost, but now am found; was blind, but now I see.”
