All in all I am amazed by the gift that these are. Our senses are the starting place. The pivotal need for any pleasure to take place. If the Lord had not given us such blessing there would be no desire of the infant to suckle the breast for nourishment or in the late stages to find peace. We would live in a pot, void, empty.
These musings came tonight upon completeing a short biography of the life of Helen Keller to my children. I enjoyed the children's minds turning. I could see looks on cherub faces as the story unfolded.
I unfolded in the sacrifice of Teacher Annie Sullivan. My, how we underrate the work that no one sees. It was Annie's faithfulness who unlocked Helen from darkness, bitterness, and anger. From a prison called loneliness, misunderstanding. How often Father calls me to be Teacher and I underestimate my duty and my impact. We have all heard, "Enjoy these years they go by too fast." I am afraid they are truth. That surrendering to the things that Father chooses often happens late. We look back and see the joy and sweet fellowship we allowed to pass by. "Holy God, come fresh into our lives. Show us the things we are seeing not, feeling not, tasting not, smelling not, hearing not. Show us the people and purposes we are overlooking."
Helen overcame darkness, isolation, and discouragement. She drove on with intention and will. Teacher leading her daily. Teacher acting as her language bridge. Be it so. Make me a bridge. I set my self to bend to needs and make connection between small child and vast world. I extend myself over scripture to instruct living. I seek holiness to emulate it for senses following. I am Thankfulness for this lifetime of prunning taking place. Being made plentiful for Your glory. I pray my children will be strong healthy olive shoots around our table.
(Psalm 128)
"The best and most beautiful things in the world can not be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart."
-Helen Keller
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