Five Minute Friday here. The word prompt this week: Vivid.

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“Vivid” makes me think of color. Brilliant hues in contrast. Eye-catching. Easy to see. Even for eyes losing their ability. Going blind. Like they say mine are.

Just one year ago, almost to this day, I learned something was wrong.

He wouldn’t tell me just what, the optometrist, just that there was “something else” besides early cataracts he wanted the ophthalmologist  to look at. His agitation hinted that it wasn’t trivial.

Turned out to be Fuchs’ Dystrophy, an unstoppable, incurable deteriorating corneal condition. Slowly I’d lose clarity, ability to distinguish shades of blues, lines of demarcation.

So, come spring, I went out and bought scads of vivid flowers, contrasting joys, to plant in my usually monochrome beds.

But a year has passed and as I look out on the winter lawn, I can still see clearly each dazzle of snow crystal catching sun, every sharp line of shadow.

It’s going more slowly than I feared. Why I’m not sure. People are praying. I’m taking vitamins.

But slow or fast, there’s grace in this thing. I always appreciated my vision, but now so much more. Of every thing I can discern!

And…

The verse that started echoing that day, and all down through the past year… it echoes still in my head and heart:

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him” (1 Cr 2:9).

The most vivid things that I can see now are but a pale foretaste of things to come: dazzle to the utmost!

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