Blind

I started this blog 3 times. I'm laying in pajamas, wrestling these letters. The words I'm typing, not sufficient of the big picture I'm seeing.

I started reading the chapter from a metaphoric standpoint. Blind. Hmm, not being able to see. Not whole. Starting out with a deficiency.

It was only 3 verses. 3 sentences. When you don't have a spare hour or two, God will meet you in your spare minute, if we will remember to look for Him.

Where was I? Oh yes, 3 verses. I read the words with fresh eyes and it clicked. "...but this happened that the works of God might be displayed in him."

Here is a man who is blind from birth and it happened because God can use it for His glory. God didn't see the blindness as "unfair" or "sin" or "imperfection", he saw it as good. ALL things work together for the good...He was gonna use this blindness for good.

It's so easy to feel sorrow for yourself because in some areas we are all "blind". We don't look as good as the next guy. We don't play as well as the next guy. We have physical inabilities or mental anxieties. But, God wants to use our imperfections so He can be displayed. It's all His anyway!

Why are some people not healed when we pray? I don't know. Why does it seem some people are born into an unfair circumstance? I don't know. But, I rejoice in the fact that these things are not sin that separates us from God but these happened for His glory.

I'm hoping this is making sense. My eyelids are fluttering. Need. Sleep.