Blind Spots
I walk. They ride. Bicycles that is.
My little neighborhood awakens gently with a few of us forcing our bodies out of our sleep with various forms of outdoor exercise.
The bikers are two men about the same age my dad was when he passed away. They treat me as a daughter or a niece, and I like it. We take note when someone has missed the routine for any extended period of time. Sometimes, as we pass each other, the more outgoing of the two throws out a little playful banter about my Georgia Bulldogs, but always with a kind smile and cheerful greeting.
It’s a community of early risers. It feels safe. Settled. Dependable.
Not long ago, the speedier of the two riders gave me a gentle scold. “You forgot to turn on your blinker.”
His tone said, “Hey crazy lady, better watch where you’re going. Good thing I’m still agile enough to maneuver around you.”
Oops.
While I’m walking, I lose track of what’s around me, and my creature-of-habit self follows the same routine. When I get to the end of the neighborhood, I always turn around about five yards from the end to avoid the busy street ahead. Apparently, today I must have cut smack-dab in front of him. But I never saw the slightest bit of him. I would’ve never known had he not pointed it out to me.
Thank you, blind spot.
I’ve got them in both eyes, but especially on my left side. Forty-two years of diabetes will do that to a person. I’m extremely grateful I can see enough to live independently. To drive. To read. To function well. But sometimes I forget, I can’t see everything…
Hmmm. . . I can’t see everything.
The timing of this near blind spot crash is not accidental. I fear I have more than just a physical problem with my eyes. In the last several days, I discovered a prominent character blind spot. It’s embarrassing to admit this, but I have to fight off the temptation to think my way is right.
Always.
Well, okay, a little grace for me. Almost always.
I’ve gotten rusty with giving others the benefit of the doubt and in acknowledging to myself I may not have all the facts. That was the problem with a recent incident. I was—thankfully only internally—vehemently opposed to a decision made by loved ones. I worked myself into a frustrated tizzy with questions like, “What were they thinking? How are they going to explain this?”
I ended each mental rant convinced I had a better idea for all parties involved.
Come to find out, my way wasn’t as right as I’d imagined.
Here’s the thing. It’s not that my solution was wrong. I still believe it’s a great idea. But eventually I realized I didn’t have all the facts. I came so close to writing off a person’s ability to make good choices, when in fact, they may have made the wisest decision for the scenario.
I know all this. In years past, I’d learned this lesson of releasing others to their decisions, especially after I’ve had to make tough choices that onlookers would not understand. That experience helped shut up my critical voices inside.
But the blind spot had crept back in and shadowed my perception to recognize it.
Since this little incident, I’ve asked God to show me more blind spots in my life. He’s definitely answering that prayer. It’s humbling, and yet I’m so grateful for His kind exposing of them. Truth is, the person with the blind spot is the only one who can’t see it. To those around them, the character flaw is as easy to spot as the distortion in a Picasso painting.
I want to reflect Him in every thought, word and action. I want to love people well and point them to Jesus. I can’t do that best if I have blind spots that offend and distract. So, I thank God for the revealing.
Maybe you would consider asking God to show you a blind spot or two? It’s one prayer I’m most certain He will answer in the affirmative.
“Who can discern his errors? Declare me innocent from hidden faults. Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins, let them not have dominion over me! Then I shall be blameless, and innocent of the great transgression. Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD my strength and my redeemer.” Psalm 19:12-14
