..the blind man is rich..

I've been wearing my glasses for a short duration. Back in college, I can't afford to sit if it's not in the front or second row. The tendency is, my eyes become chinita-ier (no word in the dictionary), and my eyebrows, narrower. One day, I crammed when I cannot find where I placed my glasses. The pile of reviewers is waiting for me and the guilt of  this-procrastination-thing I can't overcome. My room seemed to have been visited by a tornado my Auntie came to rescue. "What are you looking for?" My eyeglasses, I replied exhausted.  "Y o u   a r e   w e a r i n g  i t!". Ouch, that was loud. I touched my head and felt the glasses strongly anchored on my haven't-shampooed hair. Blinding truth....

And speaking of that, there was once a blind beggar who lives alone in the street. A scavenger for years, dependent on the generosity of  other people, she lived a life saving the everyday coins she collected from everyday begging. One concerned person who knew her told her to stop, for she had accumulated enough. But the streets are her den, her home. And from where she feels secure, that's where she breathed her last. After her death, it was found out that she actually left a gargantuan amount, so huge that the coins valued to a thousand times at the present it is estimated to be a million dollar's worth. 

20/20 vision. I do not have that since I can't see things at a distance. The advantage of it, on the hindsight, is that you can't dwell with not-so-beautiful things from afar. The disadvantage though is that you often overlooked what is already there, that what you are looking for is in fact, anchoring on you, strongly. That you have to see it intentionally rather than looking at it. I've been wondering how many times I go on a day figuratively blinded. Seeing the messes rather than the blessings, glancing at all the wrongs and had set aside the things that are going right, overwhelmed by storms and forgotten my Anchor. 

Dear God,

Uncover my eyes so I can see the purest of Your intentions for me. Let me not be blinded by the light of wealth, the material prestige the world is offering, the treachery in honor and self-glory. Disturb me everyday to see what is good, to search for what is good, and do what is good; above and beyond any circumstance that puts my faith into test. Do not allow me to be selective in showing my compassion, for You have done it with me when I was less lovable. Remind my "beggar" spirit how scandalous and overflowing my Source is. Above all, remind that the blind man in me is actually rich with Your unfailing love.

Heal my spiritual blindness.
Have Your Way In Me.