Opened eyes
Hey J.,
Long time no write! I have alot to catch up on with you....my surgery, my time off, family events, estate things, children things and God things. Wow! It has been a super long time since I wrote.
Today though, I want to tell you about something God showed me last week. Finally I have an opportunity to record these thoughts now that they have come back to mind. All thanks to my eye doctor.
Six years ago I had that Lasik surgery to correct my near-sightedness. What a wonderful blessing that was. Gives a whole new meaning to "I was once blind but now I see".
And see I can. My eyes have been wonderful ever since. It is funny though....after years of being "blind", I still behave that way in the dark. My eyes don't even try to see or adjust to darkness, my senses kick in and take over. But, I'm getting off the subject J. Sorry.
Anyway, every year, I have to have my eye exam in order to maintain my lifetime guarantee. That being that if I ever need an adjustment to my eyes, it will be free as long as I have kept up my eye exams. And that entails having my eyes dilated. Not fully dilated where one needs a driver, but a little bit dilated. And I'll tell you there is a difference.
J., having your eyes dilated is an experience. So let me share it with you. It all works into what God showed me. First, you know that the pupil of the eye (the black circle in the middle) adjusts itself to let in the appropriate amount of light. The brighter the light, the smaller the pupil. The darker it becomes, the bigger they get to let in more light.
Dilating opens those babies right up. This allows for the doctor to shine this incredibly bright light into your eyeball so that they can look inside and check everything out. What they are really doing is blinding you by doing what they tell you not to do. Sort of like the dentist telling you not to use sharp objects on your teeth and then they poke and prod with one. You get it.
Okay, so they dilate the eyes. Well, the drops sting a bit but they aren't a big deal. Then they sit you in a room with nothing to do but read magazines or watch television. Doesn't sound bad until you notice that things are starting to blur a bit. Now I'm used to being near-sighted, J., and I'm sitting with a magazine and I'm into this article and the letters start blurring. Okay, no problem (now, I know this happens but from year to year, you kind of forget)...I bring it closer and try to focus on the words all the while speeding up my reading in hopes that I can finish this article before my eyesight totally goes.
The words continue to blur and I realize that closer doesn't hack it. So I pull it back....nope, nothing. Just a blur. Dang it. I didn't get to finish the article. I hate when that happens.
The doctor finally checks my eyes (in a dimly lit room mind you). Appt. is over but the dilation kind of stays with you....on your way out, they hand you what I refer to as senior citizens sunglasses. They don't even have "arms" anymore. They unroll and fit over your face or glasses whichever you have. Well, J., I'm a bit vain when it comes to those. I refuse to wear them. And I take a glimpse outside and it's cloudy. It's dreary. I figure I'm good. And didn't I do the same thing last year and do fine? Of course I did. (Did I also mention that I think I'm a perfect future candidate for Alzheimer's?)
I decline the offer. The nurse tries to get me to take them. I assure her that I'm fine. I didn't care if I wasn't fine, I wasn't putting those things on my face. My vain-ness forgot to take into account that I had just upped the deductible on my insurance to $1000 (not only am I vain, I'm cheap) on the new truck. Well, I stride confidently outside into the dreary day and the very millisecond that I open the door, the light pierces through into my eyes and my eyes slam shut, tears spill out the sides and I struggle to maintain composure because I'm just sure I'm being watched and talked about. I had to make this look good.
Inwardly kicking myself, I remember I have a $1000 deductible, I can't see and I'm pretty sure that if I had an accident, my husband, our insurance company, whomever I "accident-ed" with, along with myself, would NOT be happy. Especially if I damage my new truck. (I'm not that cheap).
I make it to the truck and realize that Pride has decided to come along for the ride with Vain. Pride won't let vain back down and go back in for the glasses...as a matter of fact, Pride offers to drive the truck. Straight down to the Target where Vain intends to purchase a pair of sunglasses that Pride will pick out and refuse to ask what the price is on them because I cannot focus yet. Meanwhile, I'm in the backseat while Vain and Pride share the front. I'm fretting about an accident.
I realize, while driving just how bright it appears outside and suddenly I flash on Moses asking God to show him His face. God declines, knowing that laying one eye on Him would kill him. Instead, God offers a compromise. He will hide Moses in the cleft of the rock. He will pass by so that Moses may see his glory from the back. Just a very small glimpse. I think it appropriate to say that Moses was astounded by just that small bit of glory that he saw.
My eyes stung so bad from the dreariness of the day, had it been fully sunny, what would it have been like? And my gosh, think about God's glory?!? I came to fully understand why God had to protect Moses. And how He came to protect us 24/7 with our eyes being made just the right way. I had a hard time believing how much brighter things were. And the color gets lost in the brightness. Everything starts to turn white it is so bright.
I'm thankful that God has things under control. And I'm glad he has us made with built in protective features like our self adjusting pupils. And I'm reminded just how big His Glory is. How bright it is. So bright we cannot imagine. So bright that just a glimpse would certainly kill us. We have a very big God. And I understand Moses' pleas to God to see His glory. To want to see the face of the One who created him. What a privelege to be able to lay eyes upon the Lord of Lords. My Father in Heaven. My Protector. My Savior and my Friend. My Comforter. My Rock and my Wings.
I understand that I cannot see it all....but He does show me glimpses. He hides me in the "cleft of the rock" and shows me His glory in the small things. Someday I will see His face. And it will be worth the wait.
Long time no write! I have alot to catch up on with you....my surgery, my time off, family events, estate things, children things and God things. Wow! It has been a super long time since I wrote.
Today though, I want to tell you about something God showed me last week. Finally I have an opportunity to record these thoughts now that they have come back to mind. All thanks to my eye doctor.
Six years ago I had that Lasik surgery to correct my near-sightedness. What a wonderful blessing that was. Gives a whole new meaning to "I was once blind but now I see".
And see I can. My eyes have been wonderful ever since. It is funny though....after years of being "blind", I still behave that way in the dark. My eyes don't even try to see or adjust to darkness, my senses kick in and take over. But, I'm getting off the subject J. Sorry.
Anyway, every year, I have to have my eye exam in order to maintain my lifetime guarantee. That being that if I ever need an adjustment to my eyes, it will be free as long as I have kept up my eye exams. And that entails having my eyes dilated. Not fully dilated where one needs a driver, but a little bit dilated. And I'll tell you there is a difference.
J., having your eyes dilated is an experience. So let me share it with you. It all works into what God showed me. First, you know that the pupil of the eye (the black circle in the middle) adjusts itself to let in the appropriate amount of light. The brighter the light, the smaller the pupil. The darker it becomes, the bigger they get to let in more light.
Dilating opens those babies right up. This allows for the doctor to shine this incredibly bright light into your eyeball so that they can look inside and check everything out. What they are really doing is blinding you by doing what they tell you not to do. Sort of like the dentist telling you not to use sharp objects on your teeth and then they poke and prod with one. You get it.
Okay, so they dilate the eyes. Well, the drops sting a bit but they aren't a big deal. Then they sit you in a room with nothing to do but read magazines or watch television. Doesn't sound bad until you notice that things are starting to blur a bit. Now I'm used to being near-sighted, J., and I'm sitting with a magazine and I'm into this article and the letters start blurring. Okay, no problem (now, I know this happens but from year to year, you kind of forget)...I bring it closer and try to focus on the words all the while speeding up my reading in hopes that I can finish this article before my eyesight totally goes.
The words continue to blur and I realize that closer doesn't hack it. So I pull it back....nope, nothing. Just a blur. Dang it. I didn't get to finish the article. I hate when that happens.
The doctor finally checks my eyes (in a dimly lit room mind you). Appt. is over but the dilation kind of stays with you....on your way out, they hand you what I refer to as senior citizens sunglasses. They don't even have "arms" anymore. They unroll and fit over your face or glasses whichever you have. Well, J., I'm a bit vain when it comes to those. I refuse to wear them. And I take a glimpse outside and it's cloudy. It's dreary. I figure I'm good. And didn't I do the same thing last year and do fine? Of course I did. (Did I also mention that I think I'm a perfect future candidate for Alzheimer's?)
I decline the offer. The nurse tries to get me to take them. I assure her that I'm fine. I didn't care if I wasn't fine, I wasn't putting those things on my face. My vain-ness forgot to take into account that I had just upped the deductible on my insurance to $1000 (not only am I vain, I'm cheap) on the new truck. Well, I stride confidently outside into the dreary day and the very millisecond that I open the door, the light pierces through into my eyes and my eyes slam shut, tears spill out the sides and I struggle to maintain composure because I'm just sure I'm being watched and talked about. I had to make this look good.
Inwardly kicking myself, I remember I have a $1000 deductible, I can't see and I'm pretty sure that if I had an accident, my husband, our insurance company, whomever I "accident-ed" with, along with myself, would NOT be happy. Especially if I damage my new truck. (I'm not that cheap).
I make it to the truck and realize that Pride has decided to come along for the ride with Vain. Pride won't let vain back down and go back in for the glasses...as a matter of fact, Pride offers to drive the truck. Straight down to the Target where Vain intends to purchase a pair of sunglasses that Pride will pick out and refuse to ask what the price is on them because I cannot focus yet. Meanwhile, I'm in the backseat while Vain and Pride share the front. I'm fretting about an accident.
I realize, while driving just how bright it appears outside and suddenly I flash on Moses asking God to show him His face. God declines, knowing that laying one eye on Him would kill him. Instead, God offers a compromise. He will hide Moses in the cleft of the rock. He will pass by so that Moses may see his glory from the back. Just a very small glimpse. I think it appropriate to say that Moses was astounded by just that small bit of glory that he saw.
My eyes stung so bad from the dreariness of the day, had it been fully sunny, what would it have been like? And my gosh, think about God's glory?!? I came to fully understand why God had to protect Moses. And how He came to protect us 24/7 with our eyes being made just the right way. I had a hard time believing how much brighter things were. And the color gets lost in the brightness. Everything starts to turn white it is so bright.
I'm thankful that God has things under control. And I'm glad he has us made with built in protective features like our self adjusting pupils. And I'm reminded just how big His Glory is. How bright it is. So bright we cannot imagine. So bright that just a glimpse would certainly kill us. We have a very big God. And I understand Moses' pleas to God to see His glory. To want to see the face of the One who created him. What a privelege to be able to lay eyes upon the Lord of Lords. My Father in Heaven. My Protector. My Savior and my Friend. My Comforter. My Rock and my Wings.
I understand that I cannot see it all....but He does show me glimpses. He hides me in the "cleft of the rock" and shows me His glory in the small things. Someday I will see His face. And it will be worth the wait.
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