I was just having the “same old day”, so I thought nothing different about it. I descended the stairs, head heavy with the weight of my thoughts that had somehow turned into a whole sky full of nimbus clouds. When I reached the kitchen to pour my father a glass of water, my mother suddenly sang a Christian song they used to teach me in Sunday school. The song was about Jesus and the blind man who begged for Jesus to heal him. Like in John 9, Jesus healed the man and he was granted sight.
Unlike the man, I and a lot of us are blinded not from birth, but from ungratefulness. We tend to disregard the things God has given us. Instead, we often feel jealous when our neighbor’s “grass” seems to be “greener” than ours. However, what we do not think of is if our grass was as green as our neighbors’, would we care for it at all? Would we notice at all? Or would we just leave them to wilt and then sulk once they lose their colors?
Whenever you feel down or unhappy with your life, try to count your uncountable blessings. Like the blind man who begged for Jesus to heal him, let us seek God and make room for Him in our hearts, so that He could help us turn away from falling back into a blinding disease caused by lack of gratefulness.