“46Then they came to Jericho. As Jesus and his disciples, together with a large crowd, were leaving the city, a blind man, Bartimaeus (that is, the Son of Timaeus), was sitting by the roadside begging. 47When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, "Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!"

 48Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, "Son of David, have mercy on me!"

 49Jesus stopped and said, "Call him." So they called to the blind man, "Cheer up! On your feet! He's calling you." 50Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus.

 51"What do you want me to do for you?" Jesus asked him.       The blind man said, "Rabbi, I want to see."

 52"Go," said Jesus, "your faith has healed you." Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road.” – Mark 10:46-52

“Save me, Oh, God, for the waters have come up to my neck I am sinking to the bottom where I cannot stand I am calling to You can You hear my cry? Save me, Oh, God, I have wandered and I cannot find your hand I am looking for you Father, buy my eyes fail I am calling to you, can you hear my cry?”

Me: Lord, Jesus, I need you… I need you… I need you…

God: Bethany, I’m here…I am with you always… I’m calling to you…“What do you want me to do for you?”

Me: “Rabbi, I want to see.”

“Oh, Mercy, fall on me like a warm blanket…on my cold, cold heart. Clean me with Your blood that turns me white on the inside I’m on my knees again ‘cause I’m breaking Your heart Put in me… what I cannot buy with gold Put in me, oh God… come restore my broken soul Put in me… what I cannot give myself Put in me… a clean heart. I know all my broken places like the back of my hand That slapped your face again Wash me in your love and hold me tight like a baby Till I have no memory of ever breaking Your heart Put in me… what I cannot buy with gold Put in me, oh God… come restore my broken soul Put in me… what I cannot give myself Put in me… a clean heart…. A clean heart…”

The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want…

Rejoicing in the journey - Bethany Stedman