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It was so enticing… no more contacts, no more glasses, perfect vision; and just so scary–they were going to cut a flap into my cornea and use a laser to reshape my eye.

It took me years to save up pennies and courage to go for it. And then it was a process of about four months in which I tried different kinds of mono-vision lenses until my vision was perfect; weeks without my contacts so that my cornea could get back to its natural shape; pages of paperwork to sign; a huge check to write.

And here I was.  They were going to cut my eye open while I was awake.  What was I thinking? The knot in the pit of my stomach was getting tighter and my breathing a little shallower. But I knew God was for me, with me, helping me.  Yet…

I purposefully listened to my worship music while waiting for them to call me into the operation room.  “This is a day to rejoice,” I heard.  Yes, Lord.  This is a day to rejoice.

I willingly lowered myself unto the chair and gave my eyes not to the surgeon, but to the Lord.  He who made me would keep me.  I took deep breaths and let them cut my eyes open while I continually kept the eyes of my spirit on Him who loves me.  And then, there was a short moment when I lost my vision–they said it would happen, but still… my mind wanted to lose control.  Yet the eyes of my heart were wide open, and I saw the Lord with me, every step of the way, holding my very eyes by His power.

Perfect sight is such a precious, precious gift.  I now see perfectly out of both eyes.  Up close and far away. This is simply remarkable.

I see tiny leaves in the trees across my yard.

Vibrant colors seem to explode all over the place.

My heart is filled with thankfulness to the One who took me through to the other side.

And I can’t help but wonder what perfect spiritual sight must be like–the ability to judge rightly, to see as He sees, to love as He does, to not be stained by this place; to see the details of His love in the lives of people all around; to recognize His kindness in the every day events of life. But I understand that that kind of sight doesn’t come from eyes that see well; the surgery necessary is at a heart level, and is a continual one.  This kind of sight is birthed in hearts that value His Word, that seek His Presence, that yield to who He is.

I rejoice greatly in the knowledge that the day will come when the perfect will swallow the imperfect and we will see Him as He is.  Until then, may we continually let Him do in us the necessary heart surgeries that we might see more and more clearly.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp

#302 My perfect sight

#301 Surgeons

#300 The blue color of the sky

#299 A quiet evening at home

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