“Herman, do you want to see me?”
“Yes, Mary.”
I got on my knees next to Herman’s chair, and he gently touched the entirety of my sweat covered face.
“Can you see me, Herman?”
“Yes, Mary, I’ve heard your voice. Now I see you.”
“I’m beautiful, right?”
A smile graced his face. We all eagerly awaited his next sentence, staring into his beautiful, clouded eyes.
“I have faith that God will heal me. If not today, I will be healed when Jesus returns.”
This was the second day that my team and I were able to spend time with this young man, and I believe the total of two hours we spent with him taught many of us more than we ever could have dreamed.
This story isn’t long or complicated, but it’s worth telling. I also believe that Herman will be healed, but it will be in the Lord’s time instead of my own. That was honestly hard for me to accept at first. I read in scripture where time after time, Jesus and his followers heal the sick, tell the blind to see, and pick the lame up to walk.
I wondered if there was something wrong with me or my faith. I wondered if I should’ve prayed one more time. I wondered if I should have said something else when I touched his eyes, or even made paste with my spit and dirt for them (Jesus did that, don’t think I’m coming out of left field).
But I realized that none of these things were true. The Lord reminded me that I had been obedient to do and say what he asked while around Herman, and that His will for Herman will be done no matter my part in it.
“Herman, what can you see?”
“I can see the light of the sun.”
Wow, I realized that I had been walking in confusion of God’s reasoning for not healing Herman when all I needed was to fix my eyes on to the light of the Son.
Herman is still physically blind, but the eyes of his east and spirit are as open and clear as ever. Thank you, Herman, for giving me sight.
