Four Eyes
...The art of seeing clearly...
The Day I Thought My Life Had Ended…
The eye doctor’s office was downtown, not far from the office where my mother worked at the time. I had gotten an eye exam, ordered the glasses, then went to pick them up. You remember glasses in the ‘60s, don’t you? Let’s just say they weren’t exactly a fashion statement. And at age 15, I took it pretty hard. When I put them on my face, my whole future evaporated right before the four eyes staring back at me from the mirror. I tried not to show my devastation to the doctor-he was doing his best.
I walked out of his office with the weight of a thousand worlds on my shoulders. I was certain everyone I passed stared at the teenager in the thick black frames, wondering how her parents could possibly let this happen to her. I was wondering the same thing! And, the next day at school didn’t bear thinking about . . . I actually contemplated the possibility of becoming a 15 year old drop out— that very day.
However, as I walked down the sidewalk to meet my mother at her office for a ride home, I noticed an amazing thing.
I’m short!
For the first time in my life, I saw how near to the ground my head is. And when I looked up, I could clearly see words on billboards & buildings. Each leaf on each tree was clearly visible. My world wasn’t fuzzy anymore.
The same thing happened the day I began walking with Jesus.
Once I grasped His hand, my spiritual world wasn’t fuzzy anymore. I realized (and am still realizing) how small I am. God is so much bigger. My spiritual vision–unlike my physical eyes–became clearer as I spent more time in His Word.
The harshness of life takes on a fuzzy outline sometimes. But when I hold it up to the powerful lens of Scripture, it takes on a new shape. God helps me see life’s tragedies for what they are—His means of shaping me to look like Him.
So, being a four-eyes isn’t so bad . . . as long as two of those eyes are looking through God’s glasses.
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Seeing through God’s lens makes all the difference.
Yes, indeed, Diana. The difference between crystal clear glass and dirty smudges.
Have a great day!
Wonderful analogy, Deb!
Thanks, Kay…I guess being a Four Eyes isn’t so bad, right?
Have a wonderful week!
Great post, Deb. I went through the same “trauma” in 7th grade. And, yes the glasses had thick black frames. And I remember on the ride home from the ophthalmologist’s office looking at the road signs and realizing that I could now see them clearly. I was blind, but now I could see. (John 9:25).
We definitely need to look at everything through the lens of scripture.
Hi Steve!
That day when I was 15, I remember thinking that I might as well just enlist, since I was now wearing the official eye wear! Another example of my under-developed brain at that point in my life. Thank goodness I grew up . . . sort of! 🙂
Have a good one!