An Easy Thing

Shut cabinet doors, both upper and lower. Shut all closet doors. Sit the laundry basket anywhere except in the floor. Slide dining room chairs back under the table when you get up. These were the unwritten rules at our house during the time that my niece, Jessie, lived with us. They sound sort of strange. However, they were necessary for her safety. Jessie has a rare, genetic eye disease called retinitus pigmentosis. She can only see what's right in front of her. Nothing out of the corner of her eyes. No field vision. Almost like looking through two empty paper towel rolls. Limited vision. Describes how I see God sometimes. His plan. His purpose. His working in my life. I speculate about how God can do the things that I ask Him to do. Like how can He save the lost? Family members for whom I've been praying. For years. And nothing has happened. As far as I can see. I'm skeptical about how God can change circumstances. In my life. In the lives of my friends and family. How can He provide a job for the one who just got laid off after working with a company for almost twenty years? In this standstill economy. How can He heal those who are sick? Sick unto death with cancer. How can He restore relationships? Husbands and wives who are discussing divorce. I don't see how God is going to handle all of these problems. But God sees. The salvation. The solution. I love what Elisha has to say about God's vision: This is an easy thing in the eyes of the Lord (2 Kings 3:18a). When I see no way, God doesn't sweat it. He sees a way. He sees my lost loved ones. And yours. He hears our prayers for them. Loves them. Is drawing them to Him right now. He sees those who need jobs. Who need healing. Restoration. He loves them. With an everlasting love. Offers them hope. Eternal. Like me, do you suffer from limited vision when it comes to certain situations? Needs? People? Be encouraged. Our loving God sees the end from the beginning. Salvation. Provision. Healing. Restoration. Whatever our need. These things are easy in His eyes. Sweet dreams, Deb