You can’t help but stare.
It’s almost too much for the eyes to take in.
Coming from the green drenched hills of the east where sight doesn’t extend past the next turn. Your eyes can’t help but blink and blink and try to take it all in.
The open valley, the stark desert sprinkled with life – then suddenly the mammoth city and the rugged beauty of jagged mountains.
You think you might just be able to see forever. And, you wonder why you couldn’t see forever before.
She landed in this western city where endless bets are placed. Her little guy stared, mesmerized by a place he had never seen before.
This forever friend of mine and her little boy who struggles with grueling allergies and tormenting skin problems – just like my boys.
It’s no wonder God brought us to meet in our twenties. She introduced me to my warrior – she told me he would be the one for me. She was right.
It’s no wonder we met all those years ago and had our first babies one week apart.
It’s no wonder our boys have mirror allergies. I had been through this desperate search for help – 7 years ago. I knew a man, a doctor, who could help. It was no small miracle – no, it was a merciful miracle that brought healing to my baby boy now growing strong and healthy.
I told her about this doctor, and you know how friends are… the best ones. They believe you when it all seems… rather doubtful.
She and her little guy landed safely in this glitzy town in the middle of a desert. She wound her car down the highway and he stared across the miles of valley,
Mommy, why is it?
My eyes are the same size… but I can see so much more…
And that’s just it. The heart of the matter. Our eyes are the same size, but suddenly… we can see so much more.
Why does it sometimes take so long? And, why can’t everyone see it?
It’s right there in front of us, but we can be so blind.
Maybe sometimes it takes a step. A step in faith.
What are the chances that a doctor in the middle of a brimming city – in the middle of a stark desert – can provide a healing touch? An answer to the suffering of a little boy.
But, he did. Just like he did years ago for my own son.
What are the chances we can open our same sized eyes and suddenly see differently – all the things we thought we already knew?
What are the chances we can open the eyes we have always had, and suddenly see so much more?
What are the chances a friend can whisper a Truth, and though it seems impossible – unimaginable – it is real?
What are the chances a step in faith can bring us to a place we can see forever?
Maybe sometimes it just takes one step…
I’d bet my life on it.
2 Corinthians 4:18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
