Casandra Martin

I live a blind life. I don’t want to, but too often I do. I miss beauty and ignore grace. I fail to see the threads of glory woven into the tapestry of my days. Every day, I am witness to miracles unfolding before me, but my stubborn eyes refuse to open. Busyness, selfishness, and weariness all restrict my vision and make me blind.

When someone is physically blind, there are remarkable stories of the other senses being heightened. With spiritual blindness, the opposite is true. When we don’t see, our sensitivity to the presence and power of God is dulled and muted. We miss blessings, choke off joy, and live full of worry rather than worship.

“And behold, there were two blind men sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was passing by, they cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” And stopping, Jesus called to them and said, ‘What do you want me to do for you?’ They said to him, ‘Lord, let our eyes be opened.’” – Matthew 20:30, 32

Imagine the moment. They ask Jesus for sight. They long to experience the richness of a world guided by vision, permeated by light, and full of color. They cry out to the Savior, and He stops to touch their eyes. When Jesus opens their eyes, what is the first thing they see? His face.

My Jesus Resolution today is to learn from the blind men. I want Jesus to touch my eyes. Their cry needs to be my daily prayer. Let my eyes be opened. Help me see. I don’t want to miss anything. I want my vision to be filled with His face, to witness the glory He plants in my moments, to utter thanksgiving for the ordinary miracles that fill up my days. Today I want to stagger in light so piercing that I have to blink in wide-eyed wonder as mercy fills my vision. I want to open my eyes and see His face everywhere I look.