Somewhere in the seventies, I don’t remember the exact date, I had cataract surgery. Ocular implants were reserved for older patients, and because I was only in my early forties, I was fitted with contact lenses.
As I got older (way older), in my mind’s eye, I wondered what would happen if I was ever really sick and had to stay in hospital. How would I manage the contact lenses I had worn for years. Without them, I wouldn’t be able see clearly (hardly at all). This thought, for some reason, was always on my mind.
I’d go to bed at night and say a prayer that I would never have to face that dilemma.
One morning I woke up and could see everything clearly. Its’ a miracle, I thought, I can see again! But then my eyes began to feel uncomfortable–I had slept the night wearing the contact lenses. This happened a few times, and my vision began to deteriorate.
In 1994 I had my eyes checked. Being a busy entrepreneur, this checkup was long overdue. The optometrist said my eyes were lacking oxygen from the long time use of contacts, and I should think about implanted lenses.
In September, 1995 I opted for the implant surgery, and completed the procedure in October of that year. What a difference it made in my life not to have to bother with those lenses anymore. Now, when I woke up each morning I could see the clock without having to get up and put my contacts in. I could read at night and just turn out the light without having to get up and take the contacts out. Swimming was an extra bonus. I didn’t have to search the bottom of the pool for my contact lenses.
One year later, I had a bad fall and was hospitalized for a week. My left arm and leg were encased in casts–I would not have been able to manage contacts. I was in misery, but contact lenses were the least of my worries; my mind’s eye had seen to that. I do believe God played his part as well–as usual.
Did I ever mention I believe strongly in the power of prayer?