Glimpses

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…”Behold, I make all things new…” Rev. 21:5

He makes all things new.  All things.  This is a promise for tomorrow, but sometimes, we get glimpses of that beauty in today.  It is like the sunset, brilliant, and bold and full of color so real, but only for a moment, until it slips away.  Today, we had such a good report on Lydia.  I am revelling in this sunset.  Like the sunset, it too may slip away, but right now, it’s beauty astounds me.  I stand in awe of this God Who makes all things new.

Today is my glimpse of promises for someday.  Someday there will be no more glaucoma.  There will be no more heartache.  Loved ones will be reunited.  Babies lost before they were ever held, will fill their mommy’s arms.  The blind shall see, the deaf shall hear.  It’s magnitude is more than I can comprehend.  I long for it.  But today, I am revelling in this glimpse of that day.  This happiness, this burden momentarily gone, and we lift our hands in gratitude.  This moment is a glimpse.  I am captivated by it’s beauty.  No matter how long it lasts, I trust the God Who makes all things new.

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About bindmywanderingheart

I am a child of God, wife of Justin for 12 years, and mom of 4 incredible kiddos. Our daughter, Lydia has congenital glaucoma and fibrovascular downgrowth. Join us on our journey as we fight the darkness of Lydia's eyes, and of this world.

One response »

  1. I too am enjoying that glimpse!

    My granddaugher, Lydia, has the most beautiful eyes
    and for today
    she can glimpse/see the beauty
    of
    her mother’s eyes!!

    treasures no one can steal………

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