Thursday, June 10, 2010

Believing is Seeing

Tonight, as I sat on the beach to watch the sunset, I saw something much greater than a huge star drifting from my sight. Of course, the colors were magnificently painted across the sky, but it was the man standing beneath the splash of color that held my gaze.

I watched him and his wife slowly cross the boardwalk to the waters edge. I assume they were approaching their late 60s and they appeared to be absorbing the beauty of the evening. The closer I observed I noticed he was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. She was tenderly hold his hand and then I saw his walking stick. He was blind.

The couple stood in the crashing waves, staring into the sunset. It was obvious they were in love. She was so gentle with them. She offered her shoulder to steady his balance and they stood with their fingers laced between one another.

I was truly amazed at this man. He couldn't even see the very thing that he was there to see. but still, somehow, I could tell that he knew it was there.

I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be life if I were to lose one of my major senses. What if I could never see the ocean again? Or the pure beauty of a sunset? What if?

This man was an example to me, even though he doesn't know it. I am so grateful for the huge blessings that I sometimes forget about. He proved tonight that seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing. He couldn't see the breaking waves, the blueness of the water, the sunset, or even the seaweed that was taking over the water, but somehow he believed it was all there. And how lucky he is to have a loving wife to let him experience the wonderful things of life!

1 comment:

Lisha said...

Goodness girl! You sure can write! Why couldn't we write things like this in english? but im not gonna lie.. i may or may not have teared up a bit when i read this. love ya girl!