I Want Easy

In June, I was diagnosed with macular degeneration. After the initial shock wears off, you know you are vain when one of my first thoughts was, “If I go blind, who will pluck my mustache?”

 I think Vincent and I are in some denial.  He says I will not go blind.  I think, “O’, surely it will not get a lot worse.” Until my next appointment with a specialist, I can live in this state. 

In the meantime, I war with my eyes, trying to focus or blink or eye-drop my way out of the blurriness.  It is a relief when I close my eyes or, for some reason, when I wear sunglasses. I have fallen a couple of times because I cannot easily see steps.

This is hard, and I expect it to get harder.  The difficulty of it is the very thing that makes it so valuable.  As Mike Crawford’s song says, “Blessed are the blind (hungry, weak, bruised…) ’cuz that’s when you will eat of the bread that matters most.”  And that is why I can say with Paul, “Rejoice!  He is near.”

I want easy.  God has given me something better.