Let’s assume, for the sake of a good story, that you have been blind from birth. You are a woman in her 20s, married with a child. An angel offers you the chance to change anything in your life for one day. Obviously, you’d pick having your sight so you could see the face of your husband and child.
Let’s spin a story out of this.
You are thrilled and expectant. But I am supposing that the first time your eyes see, things will look fuzzy and strange, like they did at first to one of the blind men healed by Jesus. Your brain maybe hasn’t caught up, and can’t process the input. Maybe you can’t even recognize anything at all about your surroundings. You have to close your eyes and go by feel, sound, and smell to remember where you are. Maybe only at the end of this very special day are you able to actually focus on and understand the faces of your husband and child.
You’ll treasure that memory, but also feel … how? angry that you couldn’t keep on seeing? Or peaceful in God’s provision and presence? Or a bit of both?
Now, let’s re-set this. Think of a limitation in your own life, big or small. What if it went away for a day? What would that be like? And how would you feel afterward?