Steps of Faith

Steps of Faith

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Through the eyes of a blind child

Hey there, sweet friends....This is the day that the Lord hath made...let us rejoice and be glad in it!

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. 

Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun As I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see beauty, and appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of an unsuspecting man.

Does this story touch your heart?  It did mine!  Beauty surrounds us every is up to us to find it!!

Shug ~


Gail Dixon (Louisiana Belle) said...

Very touching. Thanks for sharing. :) Hope you are feeling better and on the mend!

Mary said...

It is a lovely story. Thank you for sharing it with us. Have a great day. Blessings...Mary

Ruth's Photo Blog said...

I have tears in my eyes.Yes,it touched me.Thanks for sharing this.

Michelle said...

This is such a touching story. I have worked with visually impaired children and we just take so much for granted.

Dar said...

Wasn't that wonderful! Each time I have read this, it stills my heart and then opens it wide. The Psalm 118:verse 24, that you started with is dear to me also. You see, before my Dad passed away, there was not a day go by, that sometime during the day, either Dad or Mom would start reciting the verse, stopping where they pleased, leaving the rest of the verse to be finished by the other. It was a prayer between them of their gratefulness for each day, no matter how difficult.
My prayers are with you also., whenever you need them. Your faith has inspired me to be a better 'me'

Chatty Crone said...

Gosh what a great reminder for us! So true. sandie

Betsy Adams said...

Yes---that story did touch my heart.... We can be blind sometimes to the beauty around us, can't we? Even wilted flowers are beautiful!!!!!

Hope you have a good Wed.

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