We were preparing to leave Bolivia when I found some fake glasses that I really liked. I wore them during our travels across the world to Cambodia, but then decided that it was too dark in the school room I was teaching in to wear them. The second day of teaching these little 3-year-olds English, a little boy walked in late wearing glasses. Many of the kids pointed and laughed at him, and he immediately took off his glasses and put them in his backpack. As soon as the bell rang for recess, I ran upstairs and grabbed my glasses. I put them on, then went back downstairs to find this little boy. He was crouched in a corner in the back of the room, surrounded by fellow students who were pointing and making fun of him (I had put his glasses back on him before he went out for recess). I walked up to the group, and he immediately noticed my glasses. He looked up at me, eyes wide, and pointed. I picked him up out of the middle of the 3-year-old mob and began taking selfies with him. Of course everyone else wanted to be in the pictures too, but I told them that these pictures were only for people with glasses.
I wore my glasses every day after that, and by the end of the three weeks I was there, he wore his glasses (almost) all the way through class, and some of the other kids were wearing fake ones of their own.
These glasses of mine broke on our way to Thailand. Apparently, they had served their purpose. I’ve never been so thankful for a pair of glasses, and the way the Lord lays things on our heart before we can begin to imagine what purpose they might serve.
