I had cataract surgery on my right eye on yesterday, and today the patch was removed. I nearly fainted at how vibrant the colors were, especially the nurse’s blue scrubs. It was like seeing in high definition on the television, as I had the left eye done about eight years ago. I was told then that one day the right eye would need doing. But, you don’t really think about the future until trouble come.
For me, the trouble came with driving at night. I am not that great at driving in the daylight, but at night, I was awful. Because the cataract was “mature,” the headlights of the other cars looked like a laser show was happening right in front of me!
Also, I was kissing curbs in an inordinate amount, as I could not see the right curb. When I made a left turn, I had to sit up and try to make sure I stayed in my lane. Of course, the music of the horns from other cars alerted me that I was not always succeeding.
So, I stopped driving before it was light in the morning or after dark at night. Douglas tried teaching me how to keep my focus in a way that one eye could compensate for the other one, but I just could not understand what he wanted me to do. So, to protect the public, I refrained from driving with one good eye.
But, now, I am ready to tackle the night again. I will bound out to the car, ready for all of the new adventures that the night has to offer. My tires will love me, for they will not have a running acquaintance with the concrete at the side of the road, and nothing will go awry, for we will not end up driving down a sidewalk again. Yes, that really happened, and thank God, there were no police cars around or people on the sidewalk (although that might have clued me in!).
On the way home from the doctor’s office, with a beautiful plant that the eye doctors give their patients after their first cataract surgery, I did not need my glasses. I could see so far down the street and so clearly, as if someone had washed the world down with soap and water, leaving everything more alive and beautiful.
It is such a joy to see clearly and to be able to more appreciate the colors of the flowers in our yard, particularly the roses. The grass looks so amazingly green. The colors of our walls pop with the colors I thought they were supposed to be, no longer looking dull and like they need a new coat of paint so soon!
Life is just better when we can see things clearly and as they really are. Too often, we make life be what we want it to be, rather than seeing things in a realistic light. For example, when I drank beer, I refused to see that I was following in my parents’ footsteps to alcoholism, telling myself that I worked every day, so I was different. But the day when I chose to buy a six-pack of beer with my last few dollars, which was my lunch money until I got paid, I saw clearly that I was on a downward slope that only I could change.
I started drinking tea in the evenings instead of thinking that I had earned the right to a beer. Seeing the problem clearly led to a heart change, and it kept me from inflicting the same pain on my children that I had suffered. I was not absent from my children when I was in the same home with them, as my mother was with me. God opened my eyes that day and allowed me to see clearly what I was doing, and I am so appreciative, because I probably would not still be alive today.
The apostle Paul said in 1 Corinthians, 13:12 (The Message Bible), “We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!” There are some things we will not see clearly here and fully understand, like inhumanity and injustice, but even those things will be made clear to us some sweet day.