Once a year, I see it.
Visual of my blindspots.
Patterns of grey and black mapped out on a screen in the ophthalmologist’s office.
In life, blindspots can creep in. And continue. Unnoticed. Never addressed.
Endangering vision and obedience.
Once a year, I see it.
Visual of my blindspots.
Patterns of grey and black mapped out on a screen in the ophthalmologist’s office.
In life, blindspots can creep in. And continue. Unnoticed. Never addressed.
Endangering vision and obedience.
On Day 5 of covid19, my sense of taste and smell quietly leave. Unnoticed at first. In the onslaught of fever and fatigue.
Now, it’s six months later.
They haven’t fully returned.
This loss heightens my awareness of God’s design. Complex and purposeful.
In the body and the Body.