I see God within my blindness

I see God within my blindness. Sounds like a kind of oxymoron, and I guess to a degree it is suppose to be. My friend M is blind. She has been blind all her life, which to me can probably be one of the worse things in the world. However, I was in the shower thinking how does she believe in God. I know that sounds silly and most of you would probably say "Jay, come on, shes blind not deaf and dumb. She can go to church like the rest of us and hear the gospel preached and attain faith the same as the rest of us." However I am not sure about everyone else, but I believe in God because I see him daily. As I look at the trees blowing in the tugging wind, as I look at the lines and pores of my hands, as I watch the brick and cement of the buildings, as I look into a persons eyes and see them sparkling and shinning like a jewel of beauty. M does not see that.
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You may think this silly but I closed my eyes and looked around. I begin to feel around and touch things. Then I went into the middle of the room and stood completely and totally still, trying not to touch anything. It's tough to do. However, after a few minutes I began to feel around. I felt my hair, wrapping my finger around every little particle. I tried to feel the color. I then picked up a leaf and with delicate hands I ran my finger tips over it. I felt the rough texture of the dried veins. What I began to realize is that God is in everything not just in the things I can see. As a blind man, I see nothing but that which I feel. I feel the wind so I believe. I feel a tree so I believe. I feel the soft silk of my hair and so I believe. I feel as my body moves and strains, as it rests and relaxes. I am real and their is something within me that is real. God is real because you can feel him. As you place your hand upon your breast and find the pounding of your heart, as you put your hand upon your lips and feel the pins of sensitivity as your breath passes along them.
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My challenge would be to experience this daily. Go outside and feel the cold. Turn off the senses but that of touch and watch as the Lord embraces you in a complete and total frenzy of his love. Walk from the shade into the sun and feel the smile of the Lord. Kiss and hug and feel the intimacy of our Lord. Walk with bare feet upon the grass, upon the concrete, upon the cool marble of the dormitory floor and know that creation breathes in God. Let his fullness capture you. Let his touch come upon you. For if you only look and never feel than how do you know that something is real. At times we are blind and if we know not how to feel our Lord then how can we regain our faith?

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written while listening to Explosion in the Skies song "The Only Moment We Were Only"