As of yesterday at 10 am I am attempting to adjust to wearing what is known in the optical world as “progressive bifocals”.
I prefer to call them “falling down the rabbit hole” or “the crazy dizzy boat ride in Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.”
Without the fun of any of those.
Because currently, anything with in the range of 1 inch to oh…six feet is so skewed that I may need to take dramamine just to finish this post.
To give you an idea, yesterday as I was preparing dinner…all of this occurred at the exact time….
our lettuce spinner and all round lids looked like ovals, the counter looked like it slanted both backwards and sideways PLUS had the appearance of a topographical map of the alps in black granite finish.
My phone looks like a trapezoid as does this computer screen and I would swear the desk is currently tipping dangerously downward toward the foggy area of the floor to my right.
I am seasick in my own world of dry land.
It is only with great effort that I try to remind myself that nothing has really changed shape or levels or flatness….it is just the glasses.
Right now, more than ever…seeing is NOT believing.
So this morning I took special and personal note of one of the passages as I work my way through Joshua in the Old Testament.
After Israel had entered the Promised Land and shortly into several major victories, a group of travelers showed up claiming to be from a distant land. They wanted to make a peace treaty with this successfully conquering army that had already sent shock waves through the country side.
They pointed out that since their homeland was so much further from the area of conquest, they would be no trouble to this new nation that was taking over the land.
In tattered clothes and weary from the road trip, they produced the evidence to back up their story.
Cracked wine skins that had aged on the journey and bread, once fresh at the outset, was now molded and dry.
We are told in Joshua 9:14 that the men of Israel sampled the evidence but failed to inquire of the LORD.
Based on what they saw and tasted, they made a peace treaty.
The optometrist told me I need to wear these glasses for a couple of days and then my eyes will adapt. I do need to be able to wear them sometimes and so I will endure this Fun House Mirror world they are creating.
However; as I fight to keep my balance in a world that is appearing more and more skewed…I don’t want to trust my own “spiritual eyes” but seek the LORD daily for wisdom to know when the “peace treaties” I am being offered are simply a ruse.
I cannot trust my perceptions…my tastes…my visions.
I will bless the LORD who gives me counsel, my heart also instructs me in the night seasons. I have set the LORD always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Psalm 16:7-8 NKJV