I Can Only Imagine
I can only imagine my wife’s beautiful face. Oh sure, I’ve touched it and kissed it many times. I’ve felt the lines with the tips of my fingers, tracing our lives together, and I’ve heard her smile. I understand that’s not really seeing it. It’s not seeing her eyes as they sparkle with something funny I said; or, when she looks at me with love reserved only for those who are truly in love. She’s often tried to explain the flash and colors of a sunset and the cotton softness of clouds as they drift across the sky. And, what about a rainbow made up of all the colors that somehow promise all of us that things in the world will get better. How amazing it would be to see my daughter Blythe skiing her favorite Colorado Mountain trail or my son Tom riding a California wave, both so secure and happy enjoying the sports they love. There is so much more I wish I could see, but it’s not going to happen because I am blind. I am left with only imagining what it’s like to have the gift of s...