But blessed are your eyes, because they see, and your ears, because they hear. Amen, I say to you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it. – Mt 13:16-17
Blessed are your eyes, because they see.
This gospel reading the other day made me cry. Tears just poured down my cheeks as I read this part over and over.
God was speaking to me through these words. What was He telling me? Why did these words touch my heart so?
I know I hear His voice through the events of my life and the word of God.
I know I see God’s presence in my life, through even the most difficult of times. Especially through the most difficult of times. I feel drawn to share these events and so, I do. Through my writings and retreats and talks that I give.
I am aware of His gifts, or some of them anyway. I know I do not see them all. Gifts are gifts, not something I’ve earned.
Even as a child, I had the gift of faith. I can look back and see my love for God and for church. I didn’t understand it. I could not have given lip service to most of it, but it was there.
And now I write about it. I share it with all who will listen. To all who will see and hear.
I am surely blessed.
Blessed are your eyes, for they see.