I Hate My Glasses

I hate my glasses. I just got new ones. They've tatooed my nose and my vision is still blurry. I thought they looked good in the optician's office, but then they put my big ol' thick lenses in them and I didn't look as hot. I've had a love/hate relationship with my glasses over the years. I've loved them at night when I could just take them off and go to bed, free of the contact lens extracting and cleaning process. I've hated them when it rains and they get wet. I loved them when I first got them in first grade and one lens had to be patched to strengthen my weak eye and my goofball cousin drew an eye on the covered lens. I hated them when people called me "professor" and "4 eyes," but I came up with a really good response to that one. I'd retort, "Four eyes are better than two." "Not when two of them are glass." "Then they're not really eyes." I used to pray for God to heal my eyes so I wouldn't need to wear anything to correct my vision. I believed He could. I know He still can, even now that I've been diagnosed with a disease called keraticonus that is supposed to slowly degenerate my eye sight over the years. Anyone have a couple corneas they can donate? I'm not worried about it. The opthamologist says I'm good for several more years, it's progressing very slowly. I am scared of another kind of nearsightedness. 1 Peter 1 gives us a checklist that we need to add to our faith; goodness, knowledge, self-control, perserverance, godliness, brotherly kindness and love. These qualities in increasing measure will keep us from being ineffective and unproductive in our knowledge of Christ. But whoever does not have them is "nearsigthed and blind and has forgotton that he has been cleansed from his past sins." Let my physical eyes fail, Lord willing, but may I never be blind in my spirit, and may I never forget what I've been forgiven of. So, whether my head is bespectacled or not, may my soul always be a perfect 20/20.