“This is amazing!”
He was looking through his new eyeglasses for the first time—hands gripping ear pieces as if afraid of losing this new view of his world.
A couple weeks before we had stood at the end of a long hallway in the pediatrician’s office and he attempted to read the eye chart on opposite wall.
My jaw hung heavier and heavier as it became ever clearer how poor my son’s vision is.
He had little difficulty seeing objects that were close…but those in the distance were fuzzy—indistinguishable.
His world was very small…defined by limited vision.
“These things rock!”
His excitement made me smile–wistfully. How much had those eyes missed while seeing only what was directly in front of them?
He read the license plate numbers on surrounding cars out loud to me all the way home. And the signs on all the business establishments. He discovered new vocabulary words and noticed old landmarks for the first time.
“I can see the bark on that tree!”
“What else can you see?”
He paused momentarily and assumed a somber tone.
“I can see the future. I can see that Teddy is going to pester me about my glasses.”
I laughed heartily and embraced the joy that comes with these new eyes.
And I wonder…
Am I too old for new eyes?
Can I change the way I see?
The answer is as plain as the glasses in his face.
I cannot change the way I see my past.
But God can.
I need some new spiritual lenses.
My world has been so small…defined by limited vision.
I want to see with eternal eyes.
Through the lenses of forgiveness and gratitude.
Through trust in His plan.
Confidence that He is always at work in me.
At work now.
At work then.
I want to see the big picture—not just what is directly in front of me.
I want the joy of new eyes.
As I am training these eyes to see, those fuzzy indistinguishable images are gaining clarity.
Will you please pray?
Joy comes in the seeing.