Ok. I finally did it. I went to the optician’s office today and ordered some prescription reading glasses. I have oodles of 1.50 pairs lying around my house. In purses, different rooms, from the dollar store, the drug store, ones I’ve ordered online. I have one favorite pair so scratched it’s difficult to see out of them. But before school started, I decided I’d admit it. I’m old, and I need readers. Ones I don’t have to take off and on as I read and talk to my students. Progessive lenses. I hate admitting that I’m old. But at least compared to Methuselah, I’m not.
How about you? Are you growing old gracefully? Or are you kicking and screaming every step of the way?
Let’s face it. It’s inevitable. As depressing as it may seem, we all grow old and die.
Let’s make sure we live life to its fullest. While we can. It’s not too late. Let’s share our wisdom and experience that our age has given us with the younger generations. Let’s teach them the way to go. To prosper. Not just today, but for eternity. You don’t need reading glasses to see that Jesus is the way.
Even though I have new glasses, I still only see in part. See God’s ways, that is. I long for the day I can see Him in full. Until then, I’ll put on my glasses and see this world the best I can. With limited vision. Through my rose colored glasses of optimism.
For now we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, as I am fully known. 1 Corinthians 13:12
Love and laughter,