Search and Rescue
Who would have thought that at my age I would be searching
on the floor for a blue green contact lens?
No it does not belong to my grandchild but to me. You’d think that by now I would be more
careful or at least give up and just wear glasses. Being smart for once I was removing my gas
permeable contact lenses (that’s hard lenses) before taking a nap. The right lens popped out easily and was
placed correctly in the blue side of the container. Then pulling up and out on the corner left
eye lid nothing seemed to come out.
Seeing no lens in the sink I tried again. Nothing.
Hmmmm it must be stuck in my eye.
Rolling around my eye lid it seemed wedged in the side – very common for
these characters. No luck there. It must be on the floor.
I called in the chief of search and rescue – my husband John
–who brought a flashlight to begin the surveillance. He couldn’t see anything because he didn’t
have his glasses on so while he was gone I got on the floor and searched every
nook and cranny of the rug since that is usually where the contact lands. Nothing but grey hairs and dust. More dust was found on the edges of the sink
cabinet as well as the ceramic tile floor.
Ye gads I’m glad my guests don’t come in my bathroom they wouldn’t
believe how dirty it is – dust everywhere.
John returns with his glasses and another flash light. He has on large outdoor boots and I cringe as
he walks into the bathroom. He examines
the floor and then marches down the hall since I walked there to get my shoes
after thinking the lens was trapped in my eye.
Even looking in my eye with his flashlight reveals zero. So he gives up and leaves.
Continuing my investigation I retrace my steps, examining
the counter top, the bathroom rug, the floor and the hallway rug again. Scanning in spots where the critter has been
found before was to no avail. Then I
pray, “Lord, you know where the contact is.
Please help me find it even if it is crushed.” I comb the same areas again with my
flashlight hoping for a shiny reflection.
Then, there in the hallway outside the bathroom, just where John walked
with his big outdoor boots and I also walked about five times glitters the
perfectly shaped left, long distance, gas permeable contact lens. Mission accomplished. Persistence paid off. Or did it?
Not the first time the Lord helped me find a contact
lens. So why wait until all means of
searching are exhausted. Yes, I was
praying the whole time – or was I? When
I finally stopped and specifically requested his help he came through in a
nanosecond to rescue my plight.
May my
life be a reflection of God’s admonishonment in Matthew 6:33-34
But seek ye first
the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added
unto you.
