Welcome to my Wednesday feature God is So Good. Here I will share stories - true and fiction, mine and others' - of the Lord's presence in the midst of trials, struggles, and difficulties.
In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world. John 16:33b
Thought I'd give you a bit of fiction today. I wrote this piece a few years ago for the FaithWriters Writing Challenge. This one tugs at my heartstrings every time - but it definitely has the hope (don't worry - you might as you go through). Praying it blesses you.
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES
Even after three months, I still closed my eyes.
On a good day, closing them was enough to make me smile. It reminded me of hide-and-seek with my younger cousins, of the pictures I created in my mind before I picked up a colored pencil to create them for Mom and Dad. Darkness had always been where my imagination had best taken flight, where I had truly connected with God.
Today, however, had not been a good day. In the past, closing my eyes had also been a way to flee, at least to an extent, whatever was upsetting, distressing, overwhelming, or frustrating me. But now, it did no good. Whether my eyelids are up or down, the view is the same: pitch black.
The car crash took my parents. The emergency surgery took my eyesight. And today, my friend took my hope.
"It's lovely, Amy," Grandma had gushed. "Just beautiful."
I hadn't considered at the time that Grandma might have been biased, or just acting polite. But now I can remember the hesitancy in her voice. And I know.
If only Grandma had been honest. Told me the picture was awful. Then I never would have put it on the refrigerator for Jessalyn to see.
She and I had been chatting, and Jess had gone to the kitchen to get juice boxes and cookies for us. Then she'd said it.
"Mrs. West, that picture is so cute! Did Howie make it for you?"
My heart stopped beating. Howie, my cousin, is three years old.
"Um...no, Jessalyn." Grandma lowered her voice, but I could still hear her. "It's Amy's."
The voices stopped. I hated that. Not only couldn't I see what was going on, as usual, but I also couldn't hear. So I tried to imagine. Didn't even bother to close my eyes. Like I said, it didn't change the view.
But I couldn't. It was like my brain was broken. All I could see, and all I could think of, was black. And only one sentence repeated in my head:
I draw like a three-year-old.
And then Jessalyn left the kitchen and started walking toward the living room. The squash of her feet on the carpet got progressively louder. I couldn't tell if she knew I'd overheard, so I forced my face to relax and even tried to smile.
"Hey. Should I put the cookies on the coffee table or hand them to you?" I could hear the smile in her voice. She was probably clueless.
"Um...,sure, Amy." I felt her hand on my shoulder. "You sure you're okay?"
I nodded and fumbled for a cookie. "Really. I'm just gonna eat this then head up. I'll call you later. Okay?"
"Okay. See you later, Amy."
I held back a sob. "Yup." You'll see me, but I sure won't see you. Ever.
Once I was sure she'd left I sobbed silently, but only for a few minutes. Didn't want to worry Grandma. But what can I do? My dream of being an artist is shattered, and I'll never see again. I feel so lost.
So, because I could think of no other option, I figured I'd pray. And, even though it didn't make a difference, I closed my eyes.
Before I can speak, or even think of what to say, I can see again. Within my closed eyelids are the compassion of my grandmother, the love of my friend, and the light of God, shining through the darkness as the sunshine filters through the trees of Willow Lake.
Maybe my artistic abilities need some work. Perhaps the "real" world will always be black for me. But I know--God has assured me--that when I close my eyes, His eternal light, and the love of those I hold dear, will shine where everyone else sees only darkness.
No matter the trials, God's light CAN shine in the darkness. He is SO good!
Do you have a story you'd like to share about God's goodness in your struggles? Drop me an email and we can talk!
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