Sometimes she just wants to wash her spiritual eyes out with soap. The things He shows her – the things she knows about others – they’re like tiny pinpricks of light, revealing hidden things, shining into the darkest of hearts. It is not for gossip or gloating, and she knows that. She knows that everything she perceives with the eyes of her heart are to bring her to her knees before the only One who can fix the brokenness she sees. And sometimes she sees things that mirror her own heart. It is in those times when no soap is clean enough to wash it all away. It is in those times when the weight becomes too heavy to bear on her own. It is in those times when only one Word will make the slate clean.
Sometimes she feels like the burden of silently knowing others’ pain is too great to bear. “Take this cup from me”, she says sometimes, and then she realizes that her cry is an echo of Someone who came before her. And His cup was not taken, either. But the same One who opens the eyes of her heart offers her a hand to hold as she walks. This same One calls to her, telling her not just to timidly offer up her burden, but to cast it completely upon Him.
When she said “Yes” to Him, He didn’t offer her sunglasses. He gave her sight.