Walking through the deep forest, I stepped on a limb and it created a cartoon-like chain reaction that eventually had a tree branch careening toward my face. I turned my face just in time and the branch gouged my cheek. Not my eyes!
It’s interesting how we protect our most precious part of the body. We’ll fling our hands in front of our face. We’ll turn our backs to brute force. We’ll do anything to protect the eye.
If we had a choice, we would sacrifice just about any body part in exchange for our vision. I love my sight and count the treasure of the visual wonders of this world as some of my richest possessions. But what if I lost my vision? What if the vibrant world of color suddenly became murky, void dark. What if the textures and hues from the sky disappeared. What if the grains and specks of detail were gone. What would I miss the most?
But that got me thinking about the same question. What would I miss? If all the things I see right now were taken away, what would I remember the most?
Am I taking all of the wondrous things around me for granted? Creation? Family? Love? Wonder?
How about you? What would you miss the most?