Walking Down the Stairs

My left eye has bothered me on and off for the last month or two, and when I went to the doctor it was supposedly because I'd been wearing my contacts too much. So I caved and shelled out the money for a pair of glasses. Supposedly, lenses with large surface areas are not cool because there was a turnstile with lots of frames and the lady said something about me probably not wanting those, the big ol' frames. So she points me toward the little ones, which look nicer and are more the style of a young person.

But I've discovered a drawback. I can barely go down a flight of stairs without stumbling. My instinct says look where you're stepping, and when I do, my brain is confused as I look down and see partly through the lenses and partly outside of them, resulting in a sort of double vision. When I forget about trying to look, I'm fine. Muscle memory. It's only when I try to guide myself that I get into trouble (and I have nearly fell recently).

It reminded me of walking by faith and not by sight. Same deal, if we trust the Father to guide our steps and be our muscle memory, we'll be fine. Otherwise, we'll stumble down and probably end up falling hard.