It’s official. It was just a mattet of time. I am a grandmother after all.
I’ve reached that age where I have to wear glasses to read.
It’s called Presbyopia. It usually occurs anytime after the age of forty.
It’s all part of the conspiracy of growing old. You lose your hair. Your lose your hearing. You lose your near vision.
I refuse to purchase glasses just for reading from the ophthalmologist. That’s accepting growing old with grace. I refuse to do so. Therefore, instead, I visit my local corner pharmacy and I buy Cheaters.
And what am I actually cheating? Growing old?
I don’t think so. No matter what, it’s inevitable.
Admitting I’m less than perfect?
No problem there! Far from it!
Getting by with a little help from my friends? My Cheaters?
More than likely, we’ve all done it. Cheated at something in our lives. Perhaps it was a board game when we were young children. Or our eyes wandered onto another’s paper during a test at school. Or perhaps those wandering eyes or thoughts were later in a marriage. Ahh, and we mustn’t forget the proverbial annual income tax forms.
Maybe you’ve been caught. Maybe not.
There are just some things in life you can’t cheat. One is growing old. No amount of hours in the gym or amount of cosmetic surgery can stop it. Delay it, perhaps. Death cannot be cheated. We all must face it.
How about you? Do you want to face it with character and dignity? Or do you want to try and cheat it?
God knows us. All of us. All our thoughts and all our deeds. We can’t cheat God. If we think we can, we are only cheating ourselves.
Let’s all stop cheating. Trying to get away with that thing that holds us captive.
Let’s remove the scales from our eyes. The blindness. Let’s see ourselves as God sees us.
Then let’s be what God intends us to be. Let’s let our faith guide us rather than our sight. Just like our lives, our sight is fleeting. God is not. He is forever. He is eternal. He is good. His way will never cheat us.
We walk by faith and not by sight.
2 Corinthians 5:7
Love and laughter,