“As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, ‘Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?’
Jesus answered, ‘Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.’”
— John 9:1–3
The disciples were looking for someone to blame. They saw the man’s blindness and assumed it must be the result of sin—either his own or his parents’. That’s so often how we respond, too. We want to find the cause behind every suffering. We want a name to point at. Even today, we hear people say things like, “I did this because of how I was raised,” or “I became this way because of what someone else did to me.”
But Jesus didn’t point a finger. Instead, He pointed to God’s purpose. That this man’s blindness wasn’t punishment—but an opportunity for the glory of God to be revealed.
When I read this passage, my thoughts drifted back to my own childhood—because my father, like the man in the story, was blind.
We were his eyes. If he had to go somewhere, one of us children would go with him. Though he couldn’t see with his eyes, he was far from helpless. My father was strong in wisdom and full of stories that lit up my imagination. He told us fairytales that gave me hope, even when our lives were difficult. His stories always had happy endings for those who suffered and struggled. I began to believe that maybe—just maybe—my life could have a bright future, too. I dreamed that I was a princess.
He was also a wonderful listener. I always had questions—“Why?” “Where?” “When?”—and he always had the patience to answer them. One day, I asked him who God was and where He came from. He smiled and said, “God was there from the beginning. He created the heavens and the earth.”
That moment sparked something in me. I was a curious child, and my father’s words made me want to know this God more. When I learned how to read, I started reading the New Testament. But the more I read, the more questions I had. That’s the thing about the Bible—it’s not a book to be read once, but again and again. And while I didn’t understand everything, I did find many answers along the way.
As I grew older, life got harder. I faced storms that left me feeling lonely and abandoned. And I began to ask God:
“Where are You? Are You blind too? Do You even care about someone like me?”
Did God answer me?
Yes, He did.
Not when I expected Him to, but in His perfect time.
Through hardship, I learned to work harder, to be patient, and to trust Him. I discovered that knowledge and wisdom are treasures no one can steal from me. Even in want, God was shaping me for something more.
Today, I consider myself a blessed woman. I have the means to buy what I need, I’ve traveled to many places, met people from different walks of life, and most of all, I feel deeply loved—by my family, by those around me, and by God.
That doesn’t mean I’m free from trouble, but the difference now is this:
I know that God is not blind.
He sees me.
He walks with me.
And looking back, I can now recognize His hand guiding me—especially in the darkest chapters of my life.
“I was blind, but now I see.”
I found the source of light. ✨
"When Jesus spoke again to the people, He said, ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows Me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.’”
— John 8:12
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