If you know me, you know my story. And while some may think it’s a sad story, I believe it to be a chosen story.

Ok, let’s back up….waaaaaay back.

Genesis 1:1-4, “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good and he separated the light from the darkness.”

My sweet son, Clay, lost his sight at 3 months of age. He already had a plethora of other medical issues, but at this time, due to a medical error in the hospital, he was given the wrong medicine which resulted in a 53 minute seizure. This particular misdeed took his sight and his ability to eat.

Clay could only perceive light, but not shadows. So for 15 1/2 years of his life he was basically in darkness.

Light is good … God said it’s good … He could have left the world in darkness because He was under no commitment to create it, but He didn’t. He gave light because He is merciful.

Light for me is a constant … light for Clay was not. Does that mean He didn’t care about Clay? Does that mean Clay did something wrong?

Nope. And I can back up that nope.

John 9:1-3, “As He went along He saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked Him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” “Neither this man nor his parents,” Jesus said, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.”

Welp. There ya go!

God wanted his short life to be full of Him and we made certain it was. It was my joy and pleasure to be his mother and to read Scripture to him and to play Christian music for him, not knowing if he understood any of it. By doing all of this, Clay had a sweet peace about him in that even strangers could see the hand of God on our life. So, yes, you can definitely say that the “works of God were displayed in him.”

The light is an extension of God’s mercy and grace and I think of it often. When the power is interrupted during a storm, we remember how much we take for granted and we’re ready to turn the lights back on.

God gave it to us and saw that it was good. Not like a pat-on-His-back-good, but good for us. You and me. That is grace, y’all. He didn’t have to … but He did.

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