20/20 - 18 June

As I was driving along to pick up Grace from school I wondered whether the only flutter for today would be in the blustery flick of the flags. I should have known better than to think God knocked off @ 3pm…
After a night of broken sleep I lazed longer in bed than I should have and it was a rush to get everybody with everything out the door on time. Grace’s eye patch was left behind. As I broke the news to Grace a loud wail rang out followed by a gush of tears. This is a turn around I thought. For years it was a tearful battle to try and get her to wear the jolly thing and now that she was expecting to have to wear it 7 hours a day (at school no less) the deviation caused distress.
After the day’s end bell rang Grace wandered out of her classroom and seemed to be fiddling with something in her pocket. In her hand she proudly showed me her tiny, clear nosepad lost a week ago after and bit of playground rough and tumble. I praised her and said it was brilliant that she found it. In fact I was dumbfounded, amazed. This is a transparent, peanut-sized pad that fits onto her glasses so that they sit comfortably on her nose. I don’t think Grace went looking for it; I think God led her to it. Maybe she saw a glint amongst the playground rubble. I wonder whether she would have found it if she was wearing her patch as prescribed.
I’m almost too afraid to draw too many parallels between Grace’s flawed physical eyesight and my spiritual near-blindness. However I do feel consoled that as I approach a time of sifting through my spiritual rubble I carry that God will provide real and practical comfort.