When I was in second grade, all I wanted was a pair of glasses. Erica (my oldest sister) had a pair of reading glasses, so I wanted some too. I used to steal hers and wear them around the house, because I thought I looked "cool," I guess. Okay, now flash forward to eighth grade. I used to get terrible headaches almost everyday. I didn't know why, but it was super annoying. I learned how many ibuprofen pills were safe to take within 24 hours by the time I was 12. Until finally it occurred to me; I couldn't see the board, so I was squinting all day, causing these headaches. I told my mom this, and she was a bit skeptical that I was truly having trouble seeing, since 1. I always wanted glasses and 2. I was just noticing this now. She took me to the eye doctor, and at the end of the appointment the doctor said, and I quote, "you are blind." Six years later, I hate my glasses.
Fortunately, I learned about this awesome thing called contacts sometime in high school, so most people don't even know that I have poor vision. Well last week, I discovered a stye. For those of you that have never had a stye, it is like a pimple on your eyelid, that you can't pop, you just have to wait for it to heal. They are painful, they make your eyes watery, and you can't wear contacts. Did I mention that I hate wearing my glasses? Well, I do, mostly because they are in the way, especially while I play tennis. When I wear my contacts, I usually forget that I have poor vision.
I feel like we are often the same way with God; we forget about him. Throughout our daily lives, we aren't completely dependent on him, like he created us to be. I know that is exactly how it is with my contacts. I don't have to constantly think about them, but I know that they are there. We often wake up, read our Bibles, and kind of "check it off the list." When in reality, God is everything, and deserves to be thought about throughout the entire day. I just started re-reading the Francis Chan book Crazy Love, (it's awesome, check it out!) and he described us as extras in a movie. He says, "you would probably scrutinize that one scene where hundreds of people are milling around, just waiting for that two-fifths of a second when you can see the back of your head. Maybe your mom and your closest friend get excited about that two-fifths of a second with you...maybe. But no one else will realize it is you. Even if you tell them, they won't care." That is so accurate. Our lives are but a mere second compared to the universe as a whole. We are so insignificant, and yet we push God right out of the picture and try to steal the spotlight. Who do we think we are? God doesn't forget about us (thank goodness), so we shouldn't ever forget about him. "The point of your life is to point to Him. Whatever you are doing, God wants to be glorified, because this whole thing is His. It is His movie, His world, His gift." My stye finally healed, and I was able to wear my contacts for the past two days, until tonight. My eye is swollen, once again, and I am forced into wearing my glasses, for the time being. Maybe this is God's way of reminding me about him, or maybe he is just showing me his sense of humor :P
In Him,
Alyssa Trier
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