“Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods.
As the man by the window described a park with a lovely lake, ducks and swans playing on the water, young lovers walking arm in arm, grand old trees gracing the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the scene.
One morning, the nurse arrived to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse made the switch and left him alone. Slowly he propped himself up to take his first look outside.
He strained to turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his roommate to describe such wonderful things. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall!” - Author Unknown
When troubles hide your sight, what do you see? When confusion hides your sight, what do you see? Prayerfully during these and all other times, we will always see God’s great and glorious ways for us by faith!
Jeff Powell
