Seeing the way

My host's cat tried to convince me it wanted to come back into the house through the window. Which doesn't open. I had to walk around the corner and open the door. Kittie was really happy to be back in.

It's hard to see sometimes where the doors are. I go straight ahead, which doesn't work, and I get hurt and complain, and I think God has left me.

God of course has just walked around the corner of the house and opened whole gates for me, and I don't see it. What's behind the gate is much, much better than anything that could be found behind my tiny little door, but I can't see it, because I don't believe it's there.

How many times have I prayed to God to help me, and help was all around and I couldn't see it, because it had to come the way I imagined it? And nothing else was possible because it was beyond my imagination. What I don't imagine has a hard time materializing.

Seeing when we are blind can be more easily done when we stop and be grateful for what we've got, apply some modesty and give ourselves a chance to see what's there...