Readers And Non-Readers

This world is made up of readers and non-readers.  To my disgrace I fall into the latter category.  I should have realized this long before now.  First grade should have been my clue…it was then, at the outset…I learned that language could be written if you mastered the strange markings that lined the walls just above the blackboard.  I knew I was in trouble when the teachers explanation of the sounds associated with each character was always followed with the disclaimer “except when” or “but not always”.  This compounded with the fact that I had absolutely no interest in writing…pointing and grunting had served me quite well.

Only later in life did my special-ed schoolteacher wife diagnose my condition as dyslexia.  Little did I know that my brain was wired incorrectly.  I just thought all reading and writing looked like a crossword puzzle upside down.    

To say the least I struggled with school. Fortunately math and science held my interest and by the grace of God and a sympathetic Dean I graduated…although I had to promise never to divulge the name of the University. 

On the other hand my schoolteacher wife is a reader.  She likes to read and I like to listen to her read. 

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank you for the reader wife.

That you put in my life. 

She is that and so much more.

While You’re greatest gift of all.

You pick me up when I fall.

For You are the one that I adore.

Amen