The Trouble with Seeing

Each morning, I have a devotional book that I like to read.  And at the end of each devotion is scripture to find in my bible and read also.  You know, God’s direction for the day.

Well, now that I am getting older, my eyesight has given way to prescription bifocals.  Getting use to the up and down movement of my eyes, can be a challenge at times.  So, sometimes I will revert back to my reader glasses.

Now, here is where having bifocals and reading the bible can be quite tricky.  Especially if you are waiting on God’s response.  During the up and down action of my eyes, they can turn numbers into other numbers.  Kind of a magician’s trick. A quick glance can turn a 5 into a 6 and so on.

Have you ever been praying to God about a concern or situation and waiting for His reply?  So, every morning and night you read your bible, waiting for that key phrase to impact your life.  Waiting for guidance in what to do next and waiting.

 Side note…Never pray for patience, God will teach it to you.

The wait is over and today is the day for God’s reply. Now, imagine this…A menopausal woman nearing fifty, faithfully reading her morning devotional and focusing on her life‘s direction and her writing.  It is really me.

Scripture says…Gen. 21:2 “For Sarah conceived, and bare Abraham a son in his old age, at the set time of which God had spoken to him.” 

Heart racing, sweat running down face, and reaching for the reading glasses.  Mind flashes through changing diapers, up all night, and my body.  At fifty it would never go back in place!  It is not even “in place” now! Switch glasses.

Scripture says…Gen. 39:2 “And the Lord was with Joseph, and he was a prosperous man; and he was in the house of his master the Egyptian.”.

Thank you Lord!  Stomach feels a little nauseous, probably because of the up and down movement of my eyes and the bifocals.  Deep breath.  Whew, close call.  I mean if God said that I was to have a baby, well ok, I would have a baby.  But, well…you know.

And then there was the time I thought I was getting a terrific deal on a weed eater. The price tag looked like 19.95, but it actually said 119.95.  Thanks to a gentleman who over heard me saying what a good deal it was to my son and peaked over at the price tag. He showed me the one before the 19.95.  Sometimes nosy people can be very beneficial. Yes, it could be my eyesight, or now that I think about it, maybe my mind is failing also.

Now, I can hear each one of you asking what about laser for my eyes, and some of you suggesting  shock treatments for my mind. Unfortunately, I am not a candidate for laser because of the Wegener’s disease and all of the facial surgeries.  As for the shock treatment, I guess I could lick the connection on the electric blanket a few times a day.  Just kidding.

Even God says that we get better as we age.  From His word…“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life.” Proverbs 16:30. “Rise in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the Lord.” Leviticus 19:32.

Noni’s advice…Aging should be peppered with humor and salted with love! And reader glasses.

Author: jonithetentmaker

Published author of the awesome Christian children's book, "The Tent Maker". The Tent Maker blog and The Tent Maker.org website is free for kids. Stories, games, coloring pages, and contests. Fun and fellowship go hand in hand, especially if it is a child's hand! My other blog, Thru The Bifocals of my Life, is my adult blog about how I see life through the bifocals that I must now wear and a little hindsight 20/20! Like everyone, I am very much human, flaws and all.

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