I have a mild case of night blindness. It makes driving at night a bit difficult, but I have gotten used to it through the years. I don't let my friends know because they get really nervous when they ride with me. I can see well enough that my driving is not restricted, but I do have to be extra cautious.
Night blindness is not a big deal for me. It is the "day blindness" that causes me concern. In the full light of day I am often blind to my surroundings. I have walked right past searching hearts and smiling faces without notice. I miss seeing blessings, beauty, opportunities and even Angels.
Lately, I have been experiencing a different kind of blindness. I look at the world and my life and can't see how to reconcile this "valley of tears" with the Glory of God. I know the answer, but I can't see it. I see God's love and power everywhere, but I don't see my Mom and others who have died and gone on. I see Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, yet I can't seem to be able to see Him in my sin encrusted heart.
I guess I am just rambling. This too shall pass. For now, I am going to let Jesus and the Blessed Mother do the seeing for me. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I am holding on tight to their hands as I journey along.