To Dance with the Fabulous Unseen

In response to the Five minute Friday’s “Choose“

Light. Shining. Via our son’s blindness? This is not what we yelled for at altars. This is not what we asked …

the Almighty, and when He never answered we sulked hard at the unanswered prayer.

This dawn am staring at how I’ve misunderstood the Act of not getting what I asked, and how it morphs me into a person one would never prescribe for their self… cuz the basic human request (esp this parent’s) is pretty self focused.

Watching him in the Light of a growing sun or dusk, is staring at his Joy not dependant on external conditions, as I am. He doesn’t know how blindness separates the seen from the Unseen.

What’s it like for him to never see my face, but touch me and experience my love for him? To never see the sun but feel its warmth in his skin. Am humbled this morning at the hugeness of Light,and how it can spill out of even my own response…re-writing my own thoughts that spiral down, and oh into the Unseen Dayspring in the cellars of inner blindness;

often I Choose to pursue sadness. But on days as these, the Light hits the shutters of my mind, leaving me no Choice but to dance with the fabulous All Mighty Light.

🌿🌻🌱

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21 thoughts on “To Dance with the Fabulous Unseen”

  4. We’d take the suffering on ourselves,
    and never raise a cry,
    pull our strength from well-stocked shelves
    without the need to wonder Why,
    but seeing pain in those we love
    can arrest our reach for grace;
    mailed fist instead of velvet glove,
    and we punch God in the face,
    not knowing that the object
    of lashing-out protection
    has found no reason to reject
    his life’s fell new direction,
    for the worst vicissitude shows
    how to linger for each rose.

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      1. In some ways very well Rayla. Life is steady by jerks for our daughter. Every day is unique. Today we are in a snow blizzard with angry winds outside and she is happy and has less pain. Most bad weather days are very hard on her. “She has God right where he wants her” is my final answer for the next few hours maybe? My wife and I will relish a “sweet day” inside. Our Snow shoveling sport will commence after the blizzard tomorrow afternoon hopefully.

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        1. I pray Strength Joy Peace Healing and more – for each in your precious home. “Snow shoveling sport” 🤗 sounds fun, but must be a lot of muscle work? Hugs to your wife and daughter too, from our home🏡 here its getting to a hot summer already. Wish could pack in a bit of our sun to y’all. 🌻 cannot presume to know what the day is like, but can sense the strong Arm of God holding your family💜

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