Last week, I had my annual eye exam. Am I the only person that has to psych myself up to go to the doctor? I HATE going to the doctor and the only time someone doesn't have to twist my arm about going is when I'm dying on my death bed. Which, lucky for me, doesn't happen that often, but I hate yearly appointments and I know, I know. It's for my own benefit. I get it. I have been blessed with great health and I do not take that blessing for granted, especially after Wayne's heart attack and other health issues that my friends are going through.
Having said that, I found myself sitting in the hot seat at the optometrist's office with those huge black owl eyes over my own trying not to wrinkle my forehead as I tried to read the letters on the screen. The fact is, I'm blind, y'all. This Girlie has worn glasses since the fourth grade. I joked with my friends that it was all those late nights of playing electronics or reading by the light of a flash light under the covers as a kid growing up, but the truth is, my nearsightedness is hereditary. My Grandfather had eye issues and I remember my dad driving my grandparents to New Orleans so that Papaw could have eye surgery. He actually lost the sight in his left eye. I'll have to ask Daddy what exactly his diagnosis was, but I'll never forget the summer I got to go with them. It was my first time to visit New Orleans and I felt so grown up and special because I was with my dad. My first Daddy/Daughter road trip!
I had to get my eyes dilated, too. Did you know that up until a few years ago, I had never had my eyes dilated? I was able to talk the nurse into only giving me a "half dosage" of the dilating drops (I drove myself and had to go back to work) and as I sat in the chair waiting on the doctor, without my contacts or glasses, everything blurred, I was reminded of the verse in 2 Corinthians 5:7, For we walk by faith, not by sight. I don't know about you, but I struggle sometimes with putting my faith in action and trusting in situations that I don't understand or can't see a solution for. But then I remember God's goodness and how He has never disappointed me. So, so thankful for the grace to walk by faith and not my own blurry mess.
After the exam, it was time to order my contacts, but the sweet lady thought I wanted glasses. She said, "Dr. M has approved for you to have progressive lens." Wha-wha-WHAT did she just say?" Seriously, I asked her to say it again! PROGRESSIVE LENS?? Do I look old enough for progressive lens?! No offense to those of you that do wear them, but geez! I wasn't ready for that! Totally blindsided by what she said and a very "in your face" reminder to me that getting old ain't fun. So, I ordered my contacts and pulled my hyper sensitive sight self together and went to the car to call Wayne. "Do you know what she said to me?"
Merry Christmas to those of you that have perfect vision or only need glasses for reading. May you continue to walk by Faith and not by sight always.