As Jesus approached Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging...
When he came near, Jesus asked him, “What do you want me to do for you?”
“Lord, I want to see,” he replied.
Jesus said to him, “Receive your sight; your faith has healed you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus, praising God. When all the people saw it, they also praised God.
~from Luke 18:35-42
I am transformed by the renewing of my mind. What a powerful God I serve.
"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will."~Romans 12:2
I can see to take the next step, encouraged now instead of discouraged, though precious minutes of children sleeping have been passing by. And I know it from experience but I can testify anew: being still before God is never a waste or misuse of time.
I think of it now, the lined notebook paper with the scrawled verses from Luke 10 taped on the corner of a sister's bedroom mirror. I saw it many times as I drifted in and out of sleep when I was so sick a couple of weeks ago, and she had offered me her place of rest while taking mine watching my equally sick children.
She had personalized it, and highlighted in yellow the same parts that struck my "too busy" and often blinded heart:
“Michelle, Michelle,” the Lord answered,
“you are worried and upset about many things,
but only one thing is needed.
Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
Only one this is needed.
And it will not be taken away.
I sing it as I begin washing dishes, "Be Thou my vision of Lord of my heart... naught be all else to me save that Thou art... Thou my best thought by day or by night... waking or sleeping Thy presence my light..."
Lord, I want to see!
He heals the blind beggar that I am to see the beauty of His love and grace in the daily, discouraging, difficult...
recording those graces here, joining the Holy Experience community... so grateful for Grace...
squirt water guns and screeching giggles in summer heat
good childhood memories
open communication-even when difficult
the gift of being able to physically hear the unique voices of my husband, children, loved ones
so much family, so close
going to sleep and waking up soul-singing "O Lord, You're beautiful... Your face is all I seek... and when, Your eyes, are on this child... Your grace abounds to me..."
generous gift from a friend
encouraging midwife check up
expressions, emotions, memories caught in pictures
hearing God through the voice of a friend
walking into my parents home, always feeling at home there
the cheerful drum of morning rain on tin carport roofs
breathing deep the fresh, cooled, after-rain breeze
husband's verbal appreciation and praise of my daily work
Holy Spirit revealing my sins, the root of the vast majority of my struggles, so I can acknowledge, confess, repent, be renewed
new perspective refreshing well-worn circumstances
knowing His heart breaks with mine
always enough time to do all that God has planned for my day
prayer time on my knees
an answered prayer for a brother