"I Can See," said the Blind Man

Actually in this case, the eyes of a blind man weren't opened, but restoration of my 47 year-old eyes was pretty remarkable when I looked through corrective lenses.

After examining and finding the right adjustments my eyes would need, the optometrist had me step out of the examining room.

"Look toward the back of the store." he instructed me. Fuzzy, everything was fuzzy. Therein laid my frustration.

"Now, watch this," the doctor said as he held a pair of lenses over my eyes.

I gasped in amazement at how clear everything appeared. When the optometrist removed the lenses, I wanted to take them out of his hands and hold them to my eyes again. I liked seeing clearly.

How long had I struggled with my eye sight, I wondered.

I had become a little concerned when the numbers on the microwave had started to appear blurry. I convinced myself that it wasn't my eyes; the microwave was old. After all, it did stop working not long after my first blurry encounter.

What about street signs? How long had I gone without really reading them? I couldn't remember. The routes I traveled were embedded in my memory, so reading street signs wasn't important.

Excuses and compensations. I didn't realize how much I had done both until one day traveling home at night, I noticed all of the street lights in the distance looked liked twinkling stars. From that point on, I focused on what I could and could not see. It only took a couple of days before I made an appointment to get my eyes checked.

When I got the call that my glasses were in the store, I dropped everything I had been doing to go get them. I was a little excited. That is until I actually put them on.

I tilted my head up, down, and sideways. I looked from one side of the glasses to the other and realized everything wasn't perfectly clear.

"You'll need to get use to moving your head in order to see properly." The technician said.

Moving my head? I thought all I needed to do was put them on. Did I have a lot to learn.

The novelty of the glasses wore off in the time it took to drive home. I wanted to see clearly, but didn't expect that I would need to adjust the way I looked at things in order to get the clear vision I desired. The last few days have been interesting as I have tried to adjust to my corrective lenses.

Excuses and compensations. How often have I used them when trying to see life clearly through my own eyes.

At times God will say to me, "Now watch this," and He will open my eyes so I can clearly see what He desires to show me. Once my eyes are opened, it is easy to see how distorted everything had been.

It's amazing how different my world looks when I look through God's corrective lenses. Often times, some adjustment is needed, but seeing clearly is worth it.

Now, where did I put my glasses?