With age comes the risks of cataracts. Given my grandmother and father were treated when they were just a bit older than me, I am alert and watchful. I could be in the 10-25% treated for congenital cataracts because it was gifted to them.
Being aware, means I am monitoring my vision for clarity, crisp colors, and how I response to light and darkness. The process had opened my mind to the non-eyesight ways of not seeing clearly in all situations. Each is a lesson and reminder for me.
Seeing what is not there. In darkness, often shaped by fear and uncertainty, it is easy to see things which do not exists. My mind has no doubts in what it says my eyes and senses are seeing clearly. It takes light, often in the form of truth shared by others, and an open mind, a willingness to hear what I cannot see, to reset, look again, and see with clarity.
Seeing through a colored pane. It is natural to apply a filter of analysis and judgement to what one sees. In doing so, as objects in one’s sight appear as if they are cloudy or yellowed to someone dealing with cataracts, one sees the actions and intent of others in ways they never imagined. Once I am aware of the possibility that I may be looking through a veil, I can step back and into the light and look again.
Seeing clearly when it is dark. In our lives, our inner demons are at war. They shape every day, often dominating the moments where I interact with others. Did I just see what I think I saw? As much as I think I am controlling my life, the voices of the enemy cannot be ignored. They are loud. The demand to be center stage in my thinking. They are pushing me to agree with a predetermined negative view. My best allies when this happens are Hope and Light.
I see clearly, because “the God who filled the skies with light, His love never quits.” (Psalm 136.7)
