I use readers now. Can’t believe it, but I do, and I have too many to count. They are everywhere in my house, car, purse, work, and they’ve even been known to show up at friend’s houses, apparently anticipating that I might be back and need them :-)
If I try to read without them, I can do it, but it takes a lot of effort. A lot. It involves squinting, and longer arms than I currently have. And I’m pretty sure it includes people laughing, or at least smiling at me.
When I came to grips with the fact that I needed readers, I went out and bought a wardrobe of the cutest ones I could find. That’s so girly, but it’s true. Lots of colors, lots of shapes, lots of everything. You see, this was actually secret wisdom, because little did I know that readers are shared! We share them when our girlfriends have forgotten theirs at home, or our sister suddenly realizes she can’t read the menu…”Here. Use mine.” Really.
I prefer being able to see clearly than fuzzy truth. I’m willing to submit to these nose-balancing accessories because clear is so important to me. I just re-read that, and it’s such a good reminder for me.
Lately in my life, I haven’t been wearing my readers enough. I seem to have misplaced them, despite the fact that I have zillions of them. Clear seems cloudy, or at least hazy these days, and that’s not enough.
Yesterday, I had a totally relaxing, incredible day all to myself – perfect sunshine, lovely warmth, leisurely hours. Those glasses got on my face, and I took time for me. Prayer, reading, thinking, writing.
Everything is getting clearer. Thank you, God.