These precious orbs are our windows onto the world, and they have been said to be the windows of the soul. Perhaps two-way: we look out, and to an extent others may look in. What do your loved ones see when they look into your eyes?
To prioritize the value of the senses is inappropriate, I think, as we should rightfully appreciate and respect them all. Yet it seems to me that sight is precious beyond my ability to express my appreciation for it. And I do know that multitudes of people who have not the use of this sense have lived full lives and have accomplished much.
I am personally grateful to the medical/surgical community, for my sight has been maintained by multiple surgeries, at least six. Thanks be to these dedicated physicians, and to the Lord who endowed them with the talent and the drive which placed them in their roles.
The second word for today is:
What a word! It may be an adjective, an adverb, a verb, or even a noun.
Unfortunately the use I most often hear is an adjectival usage in which the speaker exclaims, "That's not fair!" Depending upon the speaker and the circumstances I am likely to remark, "Fair is where the 4-H kids go to show their pigs."
It is certainly meet and right, fair, so to speak, to hope for justice. But often it is the case that life is not "fair." Thus we must call upon our resolve to do the right thing, regardless of the injustice. And though it is not a four-letter word, "justice" gets bandied about in strange ways, I think. For example, in the case of a loss of life due to murder, we often say we want to catch the culprit to "get justice for the victim." What we really mean is, "We want revenge and the assurance the killer won't strike again," for there is no justice in the case of an unwarranted loss of life.