Today I reminded myself of God’s faithfulness. I revisited the photos from June, the one of my tattoo reminding me of a long batttle with Lyme. The ones of my knee after my knee surgery. The desperation I felt to simply walk or run. I took this picture limping through a neighborhood before a worship night with my dear friend. I took it to remind myself of the beautiful things that surrounded me that my eyes had not seen until I limped through them. A month before, would I have stopped and cried over glimpsing at a tree? Would I have realized the sheer gift it is to walk, to run, to see? No, I would have done, done as I had always done. The pains that we bear, they are like glasses. They act as 3D glasses to allow us to see what has always been there but we had always missed. How much more do we appreciate this because of those glasses? How much did we gain from this pain?