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A walk through John 9

Imagine being blind from birth and resigning yourself to the fact that you would never see. You are sitting somewhere minding your business,and a certain man comes saying He will make you see.
Ah well,you got nothing to lose. So you allow him to do what He wants to do. Then this man spits on the ground and puts the mud on your eyes. No,hold on! So because i'm blind you didn't get nothing but your spit? Then you put the mud on my eyes! Like what kind of joke is this? Trying to make me double blind or something?
But you allow him.Now he sends you to go and wash in the pool. Like where' s this man from?. Do you not care about me falling or being knocked down or something? And I even have to walk with your saliva on my eyes.
Yet you obey,and now you see light for the first time. You have become a testimony,someone's hope and belief.
And so you, going through a really difficult situation,through no fault of yours,and it seems since you turned to Christ, you seem to be even more messed up,your process seems to be degrading,embarrassing,even hopeless..remember everyone's journey is different.
The day you are fully able to determine the ways of God is the day He seizes to be God.

Despise the shame,endure the cross. Light cometh. Hope beckons
 iHeartHope

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