We all come by our eyes in different ways, I can't see through your's, you can't see through mine. whether it's a stygmatism, a patch over one, or squinting, the final destination is all that matters. People gathered from far and near to hear the Word...some by boat, some by donkey, some by foot, some over cobbled stones, some over sand, some over dirt.
Gathered at the same place.
"We need only wash our feet"
Love your heart!!
please keep writing!
God Bless