Just another ordinary miracle

Yesterday something miraculous happened to me.

My sight is really, really good for close up things. I can read without glasses. But when anything is more than 5 feet away, it starts looking like this. Blurry blurry:

This is my sight with glasses. Clear, but with the frames always in my peripheral vision, and smudges always on the lenses. I feel like I'm behind a window, not really in the world somehow.

And yesterday, my sight:

I got contacts! :)

It's magical. Everything is so clear and happy.

It reminded me of this Bible passage:

Mark 8: 22-25

They came to Bethsaida, and some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village. When he had spit on the man’s eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, “Do you see anything?”  He looked up and said, “I see people; they look like trees walking around.” Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly.

I feel like I appreciate that story much more now. The value of seeing clearly is something people take  so so much for granted. 

If someone born blind can finally see, we call it a miracle.

But why would that be so much more of a miracle than the fact that any of us can see at all??

We couldn't see, before we existed. And now we can. 

I'd call that miraculous...

See that little blue line? That's the edge of my contact, a macro shot. That little tiny piece of gel is where my magic happens.

Which brings me to another thought. What kind of {brilliant} dummy came up with the first contacts anyway?? 

"Look, Mom! See this piece of glass? I'm gonna stick it IN my eye, and I'll be able to see!!"

Ummm ... sure kid. Whatever.

I'm sure it didn't happen at all like that, but hey. That's how it goes in my head. ;)

And ALSO {Sheepers, these contacts made me think of a lot of stuff!} this is a good song. And methinks it applies.

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

-Albert Einstein