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“Mama, I can’t see,” was my childish plea.
Immediately my mother understood my problem...
For days, I had been coughing and during that night the congestion had caused mucus to trickle from my eyes closing them as I slept.
Unable to open my eyes I was crying out for help.
“Not to worry,” said my mother, as she reached for a wash cloth and soaked it with warm water.
Gently she applied the cloth to my face and eyes, and before long I was set free from my prison of blindness.
Thinking back this was the worse case scenario of what we called “sleepy” in our eyes.
In life there are times when our Spiritual eyes seem to be closed and we are not able to comprehend all the good things God has in store for us. We sleep our way through life, ignoring the gifts that He desires us to have and use.
Other times we turn our eyes away, not wanting to see the suffering of others around us.
The fact is that even here in America there are those who are cold and go hungry every night.
We prefer to shut our eyes and ears when we hear reports of Christians being killed because of their faith.
We think to ourselves, “It can’t happen here,” - - but the truth is that it can, even as various groups grow bolder in their hatred for Jesus and Christians.
May we cry out; “Oh Lord, open my eyes that I might see.”
And then open my ears so I can hear, “What is the next thing that you desire me to do?”
May we pray, “Here are my hands and feet - - where would you like me to go?”
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