There has been something in the air these past three weeks. I have spent an inordinate amount of time dealing with watering, itchy eyes. So far I have tried three different eye drops and four or five different antihistamines, none really taking care of the problem.
So, am I telling you about it to draw sympathy from around the globe? Not in the least. Over the 45 1/2 years I’ve lived, I have been blessed tremendously with good, healthy eyes.
Besides the time, I think I was 9, when I tried to catch a stick with my left eye, and the time, I believe I was 12, when I thought, maybe even hoped, I would need glasses as one of those odd-to-idiotic junior high attempts for attention, I am rarely even aware I have eyes.
When I was 38, and confessed to an adult Sunday School class I hadn’t had my eyes checked in 20 years, they were sure I was in danger. I promised them I could see fine. They chuckled knowingly and several added, “Yeah, we all thought that.” I broke down and went to an optometrist. I was still seeing 20/15 after decades.
But these last three weeks have been challenging. I spend way too much time blotting my eyes, rubbing my eyes, sitting back and closing my eyes, hoping for relief. Yesterday was finally a little better, but today they are at it again.
I expect within a couple of weeks my eyes will be back to normal and I will forget about them again. But what a blessing it has been, for these past couple of weeks, to have been made aware how wonderful it is to have eyes, and (usually) to have very healthy eyes.
Over the weekend I spent a good deal of time thinking about how much of life I am able to take for granted. Rather than simply not thinking of it all (which is probably definitional for “taken for granted”), I am extremely grateful!
I recall having a conversation with a couple of 14 year old boys. Somehow the conversation got to the point of me saying “I think a 12 year old child should be able to expect to be fed. AA 12 year old should not have to figure out where his/her next meal is coming from.”
I learned that I was talking to to young men who both, at 12, had had to find their own food from time to time.
I think a 12 year old ought to be able to take it for granted that there will be food. These boys could not bring themselves to accept the concept.
What do you and I take for granted? What ought we take for granted?
May you spend some time this week thinking of all the things you ordinarily don’t have to think of. And be grateful!