the middle of the day...

A thought comes and goes, an idea is lost in translation.  Could it be that whatever He passes on to me immediately becomes tainted by the evil in me?  Maybe the miracle is not the healing itself but instead His way of healing.  Raise me up or set me down but as long as you're looking at me you can't see Him.  Take comfort though, the difference between what you see with your eyes and what's true is like night and day.  

In this world there is good and evil, if a man desires both he is wretched.  You're less likely to fall from your knees than standing up.  So get over yourself.