Readers

I started wearing glasses in middle school.

My eyes were always really bad. So much so that I could not get away without wearing my glasses or contacts at all. They were a constant part of my life.

Until I had lasik in early 2006. Wow what a game changer that was. Since that point, I have been wonderfully and blissfully glasses free!

Until recently.

Like most people in their mid 40-s, I wasn’t looking forward to the day I might need readers.

Paul started needing them about a year ago. I was still feeling like I was good until a couple of weeks ago when I was really feeling like my eyes were straining more than I was used to.

Fleetingly, I felt the disappointment.

That’s it for me. I’m done right? I’m officially old and uncool and there’s nothing left for me. I might as well just pack it up and start making funeral arrangements.

Right?

But I also sense that God is ushering a new and really sweet season for me.

So I prayed about it and I asked God what I should be feeling about all this.

I felt a nudging in my soul repeating the word:

Perspective
Perspective
Perspective

Do the glasses mean that I’m officially “old?

Or do they signify a lifetime of experience behind me?

Do they mean that I’m past my prime?

Or do they show that I’m past the point of making foolish decisions rooted in ignorance?

Do they mean that I’m no longer fun?

Or are they a signal that I finally understand what fun really is?

Do they mean that I have nothing left to offer?

Or do they show that I have learned from a lifetime of mistakes and therefore have more to offer than ever before?

Do they mean that I was unable to outsmart aging?

Or could they be a welcome gift to the second (and best) part of my life?

Do they mean I should now eat dinner at 4pm, put on my nightgown and go to bed by 8pm?

Or are they just glasses that can help me read without straining my eyes?

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