I couldn’t help it. Self-pity covered me like a wet blanket each time friends shared of their adventures.
And it happened when I least expected it. A group of friends and I enjoyed our Mediterranean salads while a soft Orlando breeze brushed our face. We chatted and laughed. “Let me show you the pictures I took when I was in Mexico,” one friend said.
They all oohed and aahed. But secretly, I cursed the retinal disease that robbed my eyesight. How I wished I could see them, to travel, to relish in beautiful scenery, to be… well… independent as I once was.
Although I tried to hide those feelings behind a fake smile, my friends knew. One of them tapped my hand. “Hey, you love to travel. Did you know airlines have assistance for the visually impaired?”
Assistance? Not the kind I needed. Although I’d become adjusted to taking care of my small sons without sight, I needed help in overcoming my fear of heading out alone.
The thought of that venture made my stomach cramp. The “what ifs” filled my head. Unable to see, what if I missed my connecting flight? What if I ended up somewhere else? What if I tripped or fell on an escalator? Or what if I needed something but had no one to help?
I fought the fear that visited my restless nights. Here is how God helped me deliver me from my fears and gave me the courage I needed to life a full, fulfilling life.