Thank you, LORD, for being invisible

Dear LORD,
The other morning, my memories took me to my college graduation day. My mom was with me that day, and I wished that my brother had been there also. One of my good friends had been chosen as class valedictorian, and I was very proud of him. In my mind’s eye, I could see him up there at the podium giving his speech. Mom took photos that day, photos of me with my friends, and, again, in my mind’s eye, I could see very clearly a particular photo of me with my Russian professor. Oh, I can see this photo as I write these lines. I remembered the style and color of the dress I wore that day.
As I went down memory lane, I grew sad because, at some point in my life, I lost my sight and, therefore, the capacity to have visual memories. Oh, LORD, I confess that I do miss being able to see all of those gorgeous colors You painted the world with. I miss seeing the movement and the images of the world around me. As You know, there are mornings when I wake up, open my eyes and feel weird because I know that something is supposed to happen, I am supposed to receive light and color in my eyes, yet nothing happens. I still feel this way sometimes, after so many years of being blind.
Yet, even though I felt sad the other morning as I remembered my youth, thoughts came in to comfort me. I became glad to think that You, LORD, are invisible, so I may never feel sad about having seen You before, and not being able to see You anymore. Thankfully, we can only feel You, and boy, do I feel You! At the moment I thought of this, I gave You thanks, as well as thanks for having allowed me to see before. I may not see the beauty of Your creation anymore, but I have the precious visual memories of it, Your gift to me, and You do remind me that Your creation is still very much out there, even though I can not see it. So yes, I may miss my sight from time to time, but I am very grateful and thankful for what I had then. Even far more important, however, is what I have now, the most precious possession that nothing and no one can take away from me, which is You, oh LORD. Thank You, thank You, thank You. I await Your return with great hope and expectation.
Your child,
Zoraida

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