Many years ago I had read about the young Cherokee Indian boy’s rite of passage into manhood. Reread it again yesterday and amazed how touched I was. The legend has it that when the boy becomes a certain age, he must sit alone in the woods with a blindfold over his eyes an entire night without crying out. The blindfold comes off with the first ray of light shining. There must be so much fearful noise and imaginings going on in his thoughts, while sitting there alone.
As the first rays of sunlight shine through the woods and he feels the warmth upon his skin; he removes the blindfold to find his father sitting beside him and has been the entire night watching over his son. This just resonated with me as I thought about our heavenly Father always with us, even when we cannot see Him and especially, when our eyes are closed.
2 Corinthians 5:7 states “For we walk by faith, not by sight”