Side of the Road.
Sitting on the side of the road, whose reflection do you see?
If you are blind, you cannot see at all. Unless someone comes along and opens your eyes.
[29] And as they went out of Jericho, a great crowd followed him. [30] 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!” [31] The crowd rebuked them, telling them to be silent, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” [32] And stopping, Jesus called them and said, “What do you want me to do for you?” [33] They said to him, “Lord, let our eyes be opened.” [34] And Jesus in pity touched their eyes, and immediately they recovered their sight and followed him.
(Matthew 20:29-34 ESV)
My son's illness, schizoaffective, is a disabling disease. He has no insight into his own sickness. Many times he believes things that are not true, as though they are real. The disease, in the eyes of those watching helplessly, is progressing.
I am taking a class that has been helpful regarding scientific research of serious mental illness. The subject matter has been overwhelming at times, yet has given our family much needed information and we are learning to be more understanding. I'm not going to lie, it is difficult to live with a loved one suffering this way. Exhausting at times. So emotionally exhausting. Yet, I would take this illness away from my son in a heartbeat, I would gladly exchange what he is going through so he could have a "normal" life. A sound mind.
God has not chosen to take this away at this time. He can. But in His wisdom, He has ordained this trial.
I have been reading through Matthew, studying the stories of Jesus healing the sick. About His compassion, His power. And this morning, I read about the blind beggars. On the side of the road.
That's when it hit me. I am the blind beggar, and Jesus has had pity on me. We all are. Blind beggars. Crying out, still crying out and He asks, "What do you want me to do for you?".
Lord, let my eyes be opened.
Through my son's non~filtered speech and actions, I see myself. His illness, I see Christ. Having pity on this mom, who fails again and again. Who is just like her son, in need of a Savior.
A Savior who never gives up on us. In our need, His compassion will never fail. So I will cry out all the more for sight. Until this blind beggar can see Him face to face.
If you are blind, you cannot see at all. Unless someone comes along and opens your eyes.
[29] And as they went out of Jericho, a great crowd followed him. [30] 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!” [31] The crowd rebuked them, telling them to be silent, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” [32] And stopping, Jesus called them and said, “What do you want me to do for you?” [33] They said to him, “Lord, let our eyes be opened.” [34] And Jesus in pity touched their eyes, and immediately they recovered their sight and followed him.
(Matthew 20:29-34 ESV)
My son's illness, schizoaffective, is a disabling disease. He has no insight into his own sickness. Many times he believes things that are not true, as though they are real. The disease, in the eyes of those watching helplessly, is progressing.
I am taking a class that has been helpful regarding scientific research of serious mental illness. The subject matter has been overwhelming at times, yet has given our family much needed information and we are learning to be more understanding. I'm not going to lie, it is difficult to live with a loved one suffering this way. Exhausting at times. So emotionally exhausting. Yet, I would take this illness away from my son in a heartbeat, I would gladly exchange what he is going through so he could have a "normal" life. A sound mind.
God has not chosen to take this away at this time. He can. But in His wisdom, He has ordained this trial.
I have been reading through Matthew, studying the stories of Jesus healing the sick. About His compassion, His power. And this morning, I read about the blind beggars. On the side of the road.
That's when it hit me. I am the blind beggar, and Jesus has had pity on me. We all are. Blind beggars. Crying out, still crying out and He asks, "What do you want me to do for you?".
Lord, let my eyes be opened.
Through my son's non~filtered speech and actions, I see myself. His illness, I see Christ. Having pity on this mom, who fails again and again. Who is just like her son, in need of a Savior.
A Savior who never gives up on us. In our need, His compassion will never fail. So I will cry out all the more for sight. Until this blind beggar can see Him face to face.
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