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Sacred Stories | To Truly See

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“But blessed are your eyes because they see and blessed are your ears because they hear. — Matthew 13:16

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While I was working the night shift, a patient forever changed my view on life. This patient was blind, so I made frequent stops in her room. Early one morning, I asked if she would like me to order her breakfast. Though swamped with the upcoming shift change, I took the time to read the menu to her, tell her which items I recommended, and placed her order.

Anxious to complete my work, I asked if there was anything else she needed. She asked if the sun was rising yet. I walked to her window and slightly opened a blind, responding, "Yes, ma'am, it is." She asked if I would open the blinds for her. Bewildered, I opened the blinds to the new morning.

As I did, I wondered what the day would hold. What promises, heartaches and losses would each of us experience? As I pondered my silent inquiries, my patient sighed deeply and said she had not seen a sunrise in decades. She told me the heart-wrenching story of how she lost her eyesight as a young child and how she would love to see a sunrise just one more time.

I looked at the clock, then back to the silent tears streaking my patient’s aged face. I walked to her bedside, held her hand for a moment and said, "Can I paint it for you?" She smiled and said, "Well, honey, I still won't be able to see it!"

“Yes, ma'am, you will, because God is the painter," I said. I released her hand and walked back to the window. I described the sunrise in such poetic terms that I astounded myself. I described the shades of the shadows that tried to hide from the golden rays of the sun. I blended the hues of blue, purple, pink, orange, yellow and gray in the sky. I highlighted the greenery as it was touched by the sunlight and described the wisps of clouds with their silver linings.

I turned back to my patient, who was still crying, but smiling. She thanked me for taking the time to describe something so many of us take for granted. She said a heavy burden of grief had been lifted,