Lord of the blind,
I’m grateful that you have chosen to hang around, offering your healing for the scales that cover my vision. I guess you’ve noticed that I’ve desired to try things on my own, just to see if I could handle living life with the scales in place. Sure, my vision is poor, but I get that sense of accomplishment from trying to go at it on my own.
My prayer is a confession: I am more comfortable with doing things my way, blindly, than I am with experiencing your healing and walking in the freedom of sight. I suspect that you have some extraordinary plans for the future, once I’m depending on seeing things by your light, but I’m lacking the faith to make the jump into that future.
I join the apostles and a long list of your people who have said, “Increase my faith!”