Last year just about broke me. A dream I had for over ten years ended in heartbreaking disappointment. Also, a retinal disease I've had since childhood was stealing my peripheral and night perception. I was literally developing tunnel vision and not able to see the big picture around me. The loss was expected. The choice to stop driving added a sense of despair to the grief. With all the fabricated maturity I could muster, I prepared to attend a training program for the blind. The icing on this bitter cake? The only bus route nearby had to cut most of its trips. I had to walk or carpool anywhere I wanted to go and my son did as well. My Provider was generous, but my spirit felt numb.
 
Solitude, depression and confused prayer followed. Then the Light pierced my darkness and called me out of that disillusionment into victory. I needed a mountain moved, so my will yielded, and my prayers got much bigger. I implored that if He wanted me to serve Him legally blind, I would. If I was to travel, speak and be active in the community, He alone could move my Everest. Through a steady diet of Scripture, His comfort, and a healthier lifestyle, my vision and heart condition improved. To drive again is to spread my wings anew, to desire to encourage others is my new mission. You see, my perception was wrong due to my perspective. Oh, the power of perspective over perception! It is a vision of a different kind entirely.