Scrumptious Word Morsels

O, Mexico, how I love thee. Thy joyous people, thy sugar-laden sodas, and thy rocks that break off into small pieces and impregnate thineselves into my left eye.

For the record, the mighty Mexican rocks were simply no match for my pickaxe-wielding fervor. The magnitude of my work was simply too much for Mexico to handle, and thus, the rocks had no choice but to crumble under my strength. Yeah, but seriously, a rock fragment broke off and became lodged in my eye, and that really explains the irritation I was describing in the previous post. The upside is that I saw an ophthalmologist yesterday who removed the foreign object and gave me some antibiotic eye drops, and now things are starting to feel better.

The day before (Sunday—Easter Sunday, actually), I went to urgent care to get some treatment, but the guy there couldn’t find anything wrong with me. During the ordeal, I discovered that I still have 20/20 vision, though. After all these years of staring at computer monitors, who would’ve thought? I also learned that I once wanted a pirate eye patch when I was younger. According to my mom, who’s a reliable source for my entire life history, I had an allergic reaction in one eye, and I begged for an eye patch because I thought it would make me cool.

I thought the eye patch story was ironic in a way, because I was suffering from something that was completely curable, yet I wanted to block out half my vision just for the fun of it. I think we can get like that in life and in our relationships sometimes. We’re perfectly fine and capable of seeing things accurately, yet we choose to block our sense of the situation and only see what we want to perceive. Let’s take the pirate patch off today and ask God to show us things how he sees them. After all, let he who has ears to hear, hear; and let he who has eyes to see, see. Let’s never take our physical or spiritual vision for granted.