Jesus the Other Sun
Guiding me along the lighted path…
Mobility Matters Stepping Out in Faith was on my heart long before I wrote it. This book chronicles my progressive vision and hearing loss,
and the obstacles those losses caused for me, both physical and self-imposed. As I attempted to cope with a more muted, fuzzier environment, I felt out-of-sync with everyone around me. As a foreign language instructor, it became more difficult to teach Spanish and control the behavior of my students. It became more challenging to fit in with my friends. I couldn’t even hear the whispers of my dates let alone accompany them into dark movie theaters without stumbling all over the chairs and other people’s feet! My outlook was transformed due to meeting the knowledgeable and caring personnel at the Bureau of Blindness and Visual Services who guided me through the transition.
But the one who really changed my life was my orientation and mobility instructor. In those unforgettable hours of cane training, he gave me back my self-esteem.
Afterward, I wanted to share the insights I gained to encourage others in the midst of whatever problem they were facing. Our solutions clearly revolved around maintaining the right perspective. God whispered that my story mattered and He would use it. I was already writing my memoir about my international teaching experiences with vision loss, how could I write another without finishing the earlier story? It seemed a distant dream while I continued writing my first book, Fading Light.
Four years elapsed and I still hadn’t gotten out Fading Light. But suddenly, I felt God telling me to write the latter book I’d shoved aside.
One huge problem was the authentic detail I wanted to include. I knew the core of my book revolved around my orientation and mobility training because overcoming my attitude toward using a cane was the biggest stumbling block to me.
How could I write about the streets where I learned how to use my cane when all through training my eyes had been covered with a sleepshade (blindfold)?
I felt I would have some gaps in my story without knowing the exact street names. After I finished my O & M training, I had tried keeping up with my instructor but I lost his email address and he had since moved on from his position at the Bureau of Blindness. At one time, he had given me his home phone number but, for whatever reason, I couldn’t get through to him. I convinced myself that I couldn’t write the book unless I knew the exact locations where everything took place.
He kept telling me to write the book. Just write it. He would supply everything I needed.
Finally, I stepped out in faith and started writing this past January.
I wasn’t comfortable with approximate streets and I longed for my instructor’s feedback on our conversations.
But I didn’t get them.Even though I prayed hard, God kept that door firmly closed.
I continued to write. I had come to terms with what I’d written. Finally, I was ready to publish.
My editor loved the book and declared it “ready.”
I lacked only one thing. I wanted to use a quote from my orientation and mobility instructor at the start of the book. So, I asked around as to what to do. “Just call and ask permission,” one of my critique partners said bluntly. “Most people are flattered when you quote them in a book.”
She didn’t know how many times I’d tried to call him. Or the uncertainties that each attempt cost me to make. Had he moved or was he simply angry with me for something I had done in the past? The book was due out so I had to either post the beginning quote using his name but not his permission or delete the quote. But how could I do that when the quote pulled everything together?
I prayed and called him. One Last. Time.
Guess what? The call went through! He hadn’t moved after all!
While I waited for him to come to the phone, my heart beat wildly in my chest.
He didn’t sound angry or put out in the least. He sounded genuinely thrilled to hear about the book.
My words tumbled out. I quickly took his contact details down for future reference.
“I’m so happy that we can communicate again!” I bubbled out, “If you don’t mind, can you check the names of the streets?”
To my amazement, he said, “You don’t need specific street names. The lessons you learned are powerful wherever they took place.”
My jaw dropped. Another lesson learned. My doubts flew away.
After I hung up and thought about it, I felt God teaching me yet another truth. If I had reached my instructor earlier when I was writing the book, I would have obsessed over trying to get every detail right and I wouldn’t have focused on the real messages God had for me to convey.
God always has a purpose.
And perfect timing.
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