After supper Angela and I drove our son back into the city, or I should say that Angela drove and I just went for the ride because my eyes still weren’t focusing. And as we drove I marvelled at the streetlights. Every light was a kaleidoscope with a large blue halo surrounding it, and their colour depended on whether they were LED or sodium vapour. Regardless of their colour each was incredibly beautiful in their own way.
As I oohed and aahed I realized that neither Stephen or Angela seemed aware of the display. And when I asked what they saw they described ordinary street lights. Their undilated eyes were missing it.
Sometimes when we dream of what God can do, others are unable to see the dream, no matter how eloquently we try to describe it, they just don’t get it. We describe the extraordinary and they simply see the ordinary, but that should never be a reason to give up on the dreams that God has given us. Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.