Early this morning, as most mornings are these days,
It seemed more difficult to see my way forward.
Even though night had turned to day.
But then I wash my eyes. There! Now, I can see!
Hmmm… I wonder. Could life be much better
If this became part and parcel of my morning prayer?
There is an old song that answers this.
He Washed My Eyes With Tears
It’s been several decades ago
That throw-down readers became the norm
If you look around my home, office, and truck
You’ll find those cheap throw-down glasses
Awaiting the moment of struggle
Where they will be desperately needed so I can read more clearly.
There came a time when not even those cheap peepers worked
I required more regular doctor visits. Every year. Annually!
It was then I learned the value of “good eyes.”
With tools only a doctor could understand
Through the visitations, I came to know
That I’m blessed with good eyes,
That only reading focus was needing correction.
If my hearing was as good as my seeing,
Then perhaps life could be perfect.
I’ve said it before; I’ll say it again.
If anything must go, let it be what I hear, not what I see.
Seeing is me doing, reading, studying, driving, and doing.
And on the fly, I can read anything, anywhere, and all the time.
Since I’m losing my hearing slowly, I’ve adapted
To be okay with not understanding everything “you” are saying.
On my last doctor’s visit, back in June of this year.
The doc, a good friend and similar age started referencing a term
That will someday mean surgery. Cataracts.
What?!!? This was something new. It’s not slowing me down.
But the day will come when I meet the surgeon’s knife.
Now. Surgery is normally not scary. Been there. Done that.
Except for some oral surgery, most of the time, you are asleep.
That’s not what I hear about this kind of surgery.
It’s quick. Painless. Or so they say. You’ll never have cataracts again.
Imagine a time a few decades ago.
When surgery would not be an option.
Slowly and surely, your vision fades away.
And life becomes the toughest thing to live.
In my walk with God, I pray
“Grant me good vision to see what I need to see
So I can walk cleanly and clearly like you’ve called for me.”
I can see clearly, even with mechanical adjustment tools.
For me, today, that’s an okay status to be.
Two scriptures show good and bad vision.
Deuteronomy 34:4-8 NKJV
Then the LORD said to him, “This is the land of which I swore to give Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, saying, ‘I will give it to your descendants.’ I have caused you to see it with your eyes, but you shall not cross over there.” So Moses the servant of the LORD died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the LORD. And He buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, opposite Beth Peor; but no one knows his grave to this day. Moses was one hundred and twenty years old when he died. His eyes were not dim nor his natural vigor diminished. And the children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Moab thirty days. So the days of weeping and mourning for Moses ended.
Genesis 27:1-4 NKJV
Now it came to pass, when Isaac was old and his eyes were so dim that he could not see, that he called Esau his older son and said to him, “My son.” And he answered him, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Behold now, I am old. I do not know the day of my death. Now therefore, please take your weapons, your quiver and your bow, and go out to the field and hunt game for me. And make me savory food, such as I love, and bring it to me that I may eat, that my soul may bless you before I die.”