My six year old niece and I were chatting recently, then she said something I didn’t quite catch (I am deaf so need to lipread).
She looked at me and then said, “Aunty Memem, you need to put your glasses on so you can read me.”
She hadn’t noticed I wasn’t wearing my glasses until something went a bit wrong.
She’s not the only one.
I think I sometimes forget I’m not wearing my glasses, too.
Not my real glasses, but my Psalm 121 glasses.
My ‘lift your eyes up’ glasses.
I forget to put those glasses on,
so I can read Him.
What is God saying to me?

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
The One who made me.
He will not let my foot slip—
he who watches over me will not slumber;
The One who knows me.
Indeed, he who watches over me
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The One who sees me.
The Lord watches over me—
the Lord is my shade at my right hand;
The One who protects me.
The sun will not harm me by day,
nor the moon by night. 
The One who guides me.
The Lord will keep me from all harm—
he will watch over my life;
The Lord will watch over my coming and going
My eyes behind my glasses meet His gaze
both now and forevermore.
(Based on Psalm 121)

“Aunty Memem, you need to put your glasses on so you can read me.”
My glasses don’t miraculously turn me into a lipreader who never makes mistakes.
Who always catches things first time.
Who never, in trying to follow someone’s speech, draws a blank.
But they certainly help.
Because, so long as I am looking in the right direction,
they help me see.
Just like Psalm 121 glasses, in fact….

Emily Owen