My glasses broke.

They snapped while I was cleaning them.

I instantly had this feeling of terror. I am almost blind without my glasses. Seriously – I can’t see 6 inches in front of me – everything is blurry.

I’ve put on those glasses every morning now for years. So many years that I don’t even think about them – they are a part of me.

Now they lay in my hands- broken in two parts – and I’m non-functional.

I just laid on the couch with my eyes closed, praying the headache away while I waited for my husband to rescue me.

Thankfully he did. He was able to solder them together temporarily, allowing me to get into town where the gal at our vision center found me some loaner frames.

The loaner frames got me to the eye doctor an hour away and through the next week while I waited for my new glasses to come in.

What a blessing those glasses were.

Sometimes it’s the little things in life – the things we take for granted, the everyday things we are so used to that we don’t even think about them – it’s those things that are the biggest blessings.

A lesson I learned very well this past week.

So well in fact, that I would like to publicly say:

God bless the anonymous person who invented eyeglasses sometime in the distant past. God bless his descendants for generations to come.

God bless the inventor of plastic frames, which make my glasses so much lighter to wear.

And God bless the powers to be that, at least for a time,  decided that small frames would be in style so that I don’t have to wear large, clunky coke-bottle lenses.

God bless them, everyone.