Bartimaeus sat in the dust—unseen, unheard, passed by (Mark 10:46-52).
Day after day, his life played out on the roadside while others walked freely past him. But on this day, something stirred. He heard that Jesus was near—and everything in him came alive with desperation:
“Son of David, have mercy on me!”
The crowd told him to shut up.
He cried out louder.
That kind of raw, unfiltered cry—I’ve felt that. Maybe not audibly, maybe not in a crowd, but inside? I’ve had moments where the ache to be seen by God—to be heard—overwhelmed everything. Where the weight I carry feels invisible to everyone else… but I know Jesus is near.
Bartimaeus didn’t pray a perfect prayer.
He didn’t posture.
He didn’t pretend.
He just cried out.
And that was enough.
Jesus stopped.
He heard that cry. And He called him forward.
Bartimaeus didn’t hesitate. He threw off his cloak—his only possession, the symbol of his condition—and ran toward the voice that had called him.
That’s what I want. That’s the man I want to be—one who moves boldly, immediately, uncluttered, when God calls.
Then comes the question that shifts everything:
“What do you want Me to do for you?”
Not because Jesus doesn’t know.
But because there’s power in naming it.
In saying it out loud. In believing God actually wants to meet me there.
My answer?
I want to see.
Not just with my eyes—but with my soul.
I want to see my calling.
I want to see where I’ve been blind.
I want to see the next step for my family, my mission, and those I lead
I want to see God’s hand in everything and follow with full conviction.
Because receiving the miracle and walking away? That would be the real tragedy.
No—when He moves, I will follow.
Not because I have to…But because once you see Him clearly, how could you ever go back?
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