OPEN MY EYES

One of the pitfalls of aging is diminishing eyesight.  Over two years ago, I crossed the bridge into the Land of Bifocals.


It has not gone well.  After three decades of wearing cheaters (reading glasses) only, I did not quickly adapt to full time eyewear.  I must have had them in the shop a half dozen times.  First I closed them up in a book and then I sat on them and then I dropped them and the list goes on.  About a year ago, my night vision became so bad, I was only able to drive on a road with bright street lights.  Out in the sticks with no lines was out of the question~it all blended together.

With my move to Ruston, I finally went back for a recheck, knowing the doctor in Fort Worth told me two years ago I had the beginning of cataracts.  The beginnings had turned into the full blown vision clouding real deal.  Time to get something done.



Dr Luffey came to the rescue and took the first one off three days ago.  I can already tell this is going to be a really great thing!  The fuzziness has already cleared and I can see clearer now.  (Remember the song?)  I had been blind, but now I see.  OKAY--I am finished singing!

It is truly a modern day miracle.  They take out the cataract and put in a new lens and PRESTO! you can see.  I will probably need cheaters again, but that is doable!

This past Sunday I heard a wonderful message from the High Reverend Chris Hanchey.  A gifted communicator, he left me squirming in my seat and pondering "Am I looking?"  I have been convicted of my failure to see.

As we are studying the Book of Luke, we came to the story of Jesus raising the son of the widow from Nain.  Women had no status in society during these times and a widow was totally dependent upon her male relatives.  A young woman who has lost her husband and now her only son had also died.  The world must have seemed like it had ended with his death.  There are many by-lines and nuances in the story, but what struck me most was the words of Jesus,



And when the Lord SAW  her, he had compassion on her and said to her,
"Do not weep."
Luke 7:13

In order to see, we have to be looking.  Jesus was looking even with the huge crowd with him and the huge funeral procession in front of him, He SAW the woman.  I am praying that as my vision has been corrected, I am truly able to see and that I have compassion.   As that wonderful old hymn says

Open my eyes, that I may see
Glimpses of truth Thou hast for me;
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free.
  • Refrain 1:
Silently now I wait for Thee,
Ready my God, Thy will to see.
Open my eyes, illumine me,
Spirit Divine!

7 comments

  1. Praying right now for your speedy recovery.

    God bless you and care for you, Lulu.

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    1. Thank you, Victor. All is well and except for the nuisance of all these eye drops and NO bending over (who knew I did so much on the floor), I am blowing and going. Always thankful for your prayers.
      Blessings!

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  2. May this be a fresh start for you in ways that you may not have expected, Lulu! I love your positive attitude and ability to glimpse {no pun intended} spiritual insights in the midst of the physical challenges ...

    We're not getting any younger, are we ...

    {sigh}

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    1. Yes, ALWAYS thankful for a fresh start! And I am SICK & TIRED of these doctor visits, they interfere with what's really important!
      Blessings, My Friend!

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  3. As I, too, have to get my cataracts removed soon, your good news cheered me on, Lulu. And may we truly see like Jesus, having compassion for those in need of love and grace.
    Blessings, and feel 100% soon!

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  4. I have been wearing bifocals for years now...sigh...but he says no need for surgery, which is a good thing. Keeping you in prayer, friend. smiles

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  5. Haven’t don’t the cataract thingy yet, but I know it is coming. I’m going to save this post to read before my surgery. It’s a great message. 👀

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Your comments keep my writing and often cause me to think. A written form of a hug or a pat on the back and an occasional slap into reality---I treasure them all!