After years of many different people suggesting I should learn to read Braille, I finally admitted to myself that I am, indeed THAT blind. I found a resource center for the blind that offers remote learning options and enrolled in their Braille Literacy course. I look forward to again having the ability to study the Bible, instead of just listening to it. I am excited to read Bible stories and books to my young daughter.

Also, I will not miss spending 30 minutes trying to figure out which of the many round, stainless steel buttons would bring me back to my floor in what seemed to be a deserted hospital elevator. Finally, a nurse passing by knew I was lost without me having to say anything. Perhaps she had seen me confidently step out of the elevator several times and watched my confidence fade into confusion when I realized I, again, had not found the floor I wanted. She asked where I was trying to go and hit the elusive button I had missed so many times. Yes, that really happened.

I did not write the illustration below but found it very powerful. Enjoy.

In 1809, Simon Renee Braille and his wife Monique welcomed their fourth child into the world – a lively boy named Louis. They lived in a small stone house near Paris where Braille was the local harness maker, Leather working tools are dangerous, so the toddler had been instructed not to go into his father’ shop alone.

But when Louis was still small, he slipped into the shop, and with curiosity started to handle all the fascinating tools. As Louis was inspecting an awl, the sharp tool used to punch holes in leather, he slipped and punctured a part of his eye with the tool. The injured eye became infected. The little boy could not keep his hands from rubbing and scratching the wound, and soon the infection spread to his other eye as well. When Louis was only 4, he became completely blind.

Louis was fortunate enough to study at the Royal Institution for Blind Youth in Paris. He excelled as an organist, and at twelve years old began asking the question “How can the blind read?” Over his summer break at home, Louis was determined to find the answer. As He moved and groped around his father’ shop in search of the right tool for his task, the awl presented itself as perfect for the job. The awl would make the raised dots he had seen in the French military system of “night writing.”

And with the very instrument that had blinded him, Louis worked and worked until he had created a system of dots whereby the blind could read and write, work math problems and compose music.

What is your awl – the thing that has crippled you, either by your doing like young Louis, or someone else’s? Let God take it, and use it in your life for good – to reshape you or to comfort others!

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