I was late this morning because I couldn't find my glasses. For some reason they weren't where I thought I had left them the night before. I searched everywhere I could think possible for them but still couldn't find them. This meant everything would take longer to do cos I am approaching blind. My makeup brushes took longer to find, never mind the tiny earrings that I have been wanting to wear for a while.
Oh well looked like it would be contacts day i said to myself.
Off to the bathroom I went to try n get them in my eyes and guess what? one of them fell in the sink and hard as I tried, I just couldnt pick it out, it was gone for good and that was my last pair...................
Oh joy I was definitely going to be late don't matter how fast I got ready. But what good would it be to venture out to work of I couldn't see properly...help was needed. I asked my sister to come help me look for my glasses. So there we were on our hands and knees searching everywhere possible and just as I was about to loose hope, there they were under my pillow. Now how they got there is a mystery in itself but hey I could see.
So out of the door got into the car and off to work and as usual stuck in traffic. Normally I would get so agitated about waiting but not today, I reflect upon my morning fiasco. I realised how much I depended on my glasses, my whole world would come to a halt if I didn't have them unless God restored my sight.
Then that got me thinking of how broken a person I am, so in need of mending that I can not stand on my own. If for some reason I ever broke my legs I would appreciate the use of a wheelchair or some crutches.
But I haven't got broken legs, am just broken from within and I am so glad that I have Jesus to lean on while He puts me back together again piece by piece. He is not a crutch.... no He is the bone in my leg, the very reason for my being.