For the longest time I was consumed with the idea that God needed to heal me physically before I could ever be truly happy and satisfied. This weekend I went away on a youth retreat, and I prayed for a miracle as I often do. God did not heal my eyes, but I realized that that’s okay, because it’s not about me. He reminded me that despite my physical limitations He has a plan and a purpose for my life. I may not fully understand how being legally blind will be incorporated into that plan; nevertheless, I trust that my Saviour knows what He is doing. Perhaps healing will come someday, but then again, maybe not. I just want Him to use me.
If you have any anecdotes of adversity, encumbering situations, or even just simple requests, I would be most obliged to pray for you. With permission I hope to post these pleas (anonymously if desired), so that others can lift their voices to God on behalf of those in need. Please feel the liberty to also send me personal testimonies of healing, absolution, or simply what God has done in your life.
You could ask me simply if I have ever been in love, and I would you assure that most certainly I have. However, it is not a love defined by romance, but rather one I experience with every individual that I meet; I am in love with a little part of them at least. The freckles on his nose, and the sparkle in her azure eyes; the way his lips turn up into a crooked smile. I love the angelic song that protrudes from her delicate mouth and the way he cares for young children. I love her idiosyncratic way of laughing at the little insignificances in tones that are as diverse as the colours of the rainbow. I love the hairs on his head that never remain in their proper place and the satisfaction he finds in bowing his knee to the God in heaven. I adore their hearts, and I admire their imperfections. To me this is what it means to be in love.