I am grateful for seeing eyes. I see beauty all around me, even in strange things that might seem rather odd, like a ditch full of last year's dead leaves.
I also see connections; I see when God is at work. Mystical things happen and sometimes I just know that all will be well, even in situations that look scary.
One of these "miracles in the making" is happening right now. A story that will be told when the time is right (and when I have permission!:)) But what joy to see it happening and know that God is doing something wonderful and to be a witness to it.
And then tonight Paul and I were deep into a rather sappy movie. (Something kept us watching in spite of the fact that it seemed to have been made on a shoestring and some of the acting could have been better. It had a very heart warming story line and great ending.) In the middle of it Brenda called from a park and I could hear her excitedly telling Paul something.
When she got home she said, "Did Dad tell you?" He hadn't, but I had a feeling I was about to hear, so the kettle was put on for tea, and out poured a story of God at work.
But the best part of all was that this time God was at work in something concerning her two girls--and they, old enough now at 11 and 12, had spotted it.
Torie had been heard saying to her sister, "God can do anything!"
Yes, he can. And he is growing seeing eyes in my granddaughters. I pray that they keep them wide open always.
P.S. I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when I thought about the title of the movie we were watching. It was called, Treasure Blind "Some see it; some don't." Hmmm. Coincidence?