Day 59

I am grateful for corrective lenses.

I was 19 when I needed help for my vision. I still remember with fresh wonder the shock of seeing everything so perfectly clearly when the optometrist held two round lenses in front of my eyes and told me to look out the window. Everything in range was razor sharp. The trees had leaves! The buildings had ornate cornices! I felt like I had never really seen until this moment.

He prescribed contacts from the very beginning, and now that I'm older, there are ten pairs of reading glasses peppered throughout the house as well as a handy set in my purse. Without these trusty tools, my world would be a whole lot more restrictive and unsettling.

Thank You, Lord, for letting me see.