This is a guest post by Linda Ricke.
I have myopia. In layman’s terms, I’m nearsighted. I’ve had to wear glasses since I was nine and discovered that I couldn’t see the blackboard at school. I could look in a mirror and see myself just fine. Having never seen the world through the eyes of another, I didn’t know what I was missing.
I have also been shy my whole life. It wasn’t until I was older that I learned that people were under the impression that I thought I was too good to acknowledge them and engage them in conversation. Little did they know that the opposite was true.
Hidden inside a shell, fearful of being vulnerable to others, I was missing the beauty of things outside myself.
I’m still like that with God. I’m afraid of stepping outside my comfort zone to walk in the shoes of another. And I’m often too blind to see the world as another sees it. I’m still too much that same scared, self-centered little girl.
God, help me be open to others and not to be blind to their needs.
Linda Ricke is a wife, a mother, and a grandmother who writes about everyday life from Monticello, Florida.