My Vision is Whack

They have eyes, but they do not see. 

Psalm 135:16b 

My vision is whack.

I've worn glasses ever since I can remember. Grade school I think. Some of those old pictures aren't fit for human eyes.

But here's one anyway.

One thing I do know: that though I was blind, now I see. 

John 9:25b  

I wear contacts now. I got them when I was a senior in high school. I had no problem breaking them in. I wanted them.

I really wanted them.

Bad.

More than anything. 

Give me your heart, my son, and let your eyes delight in my ways. 

Proverbs 23:26

I sometimes even forget and fall asleep with them in.

I still wear the old kind. Hard. Gas permeable. My doctor tried to convert me to the soft ones a few years back. I tried. Sort of. I hate touching my eye. (Though I don't mind manipulating or digging "lost" contacts out of the corner of my eyeball.)

I like the old ones. I like the old ways better. 

See, I am doing a new thing! 

Isaiah 43:19a  

Today I wear monovision contacts. Doctor told me I had them mixed up one day. But he said that was a good thing, too, because it meant I tolerated them so well. I guess not everyone does. Now I try to remember that "read is right." I close my left eye to see if I can read with my right eye. If not, I switch.

I always get in trouble for wearing them too long. Sometimes I fudge when he asks.

Or is that lying?

For he who lacks these qualities (knowledge, self control, perserverence, godliness, brotherly kindness, love) is blind or short sighted. 

2 Peter 1:9a

I do have "backup" glasses.

I hate them.

I had a plank in my eye once. Felt like it anyway. Turned out to be a metal sliver. Don't know where it came from.  Doc removed it (didn't hurt a bit), and I had to wear glasses until it healed.

Dust and pollen feel like boulders. And make me cry. And make my mascara run. And it's worth it.

I have two pairs of glasses.

One is a pair of bifocals. Yes. Sigh.

The optometric assistant talked me into the frames.

I hate them. (The glasses. The frames are okay. Dennis hates those.)

But now they're "too strong."

The other pair is for computer work. I wear them the most. I can see well enough around the house with them. Not well enough to drive.

I hate them, too.

And now I have to take them off to read.

Glasses smear and  fog up. And Gary (the too-old-for-me neighbor boy) used to love to lick two fingers and smudge the lenses. I didn't care, though. At least he was paying attention to me.

For now we see through a mirror dimly, but then face to face. 

1 Corinthians 13:12   

I can't see with them. I can't see without them.

I need to fill a new contact prescription, too. And then get prescription sunglasses. Because contacts and beaches don't go well together.

Which reminds me. There's a contact somewhere in Lake Michigan sand.

If they ever tell me I can no longer wear contacts, I'll ride a banana peel to the nearest LASIK center.

Because my vision is whack.

How is your vision today?

I pray the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of his calling. 

Ephesians 1:18

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