We’re heading back to the ophtamologist today. I surely hope his forecast matches God’s …..healed with a touch of sparkle. Last week was a marathon of keeping my mind on positive…and let me tell you I hit the wall multiple times as the week wore on. There’s nothing cute about a 45 year old with swollen red eyes, low vision and a bad case of attitude…but we’re better now…
There’s this thing when something hits unexpected, like losing the ability to focus or tolerate light….you keep quietly thinking…”Okay…if I get up, shower, dress, and act like its a regular day it will be one”….right up to the point when you turn on the blowdryer and pain immediately brings you to your knees again when something makes you forget for the smallest second that you shouldn’t point it anywhere near your face.
Turns out finding enough comfort food isn’t the answer either. Cornbread, soup, nor chocolate bars made my vision return ….nor did pouting, hiding under the covers, nor crying….in fact crying simply made it hurt more when the salt got in the wounds. Meanwhile I knew each moment of frustration that my frustation was minor compared to what others near me are facing….one friend learns if she has uterine cancer or not on Friday, another lost a teenaged son weeks ago, yet another has to face not retiring after planning to for the last 25 years….my problems are minimal, simply inconvenient….
However, as the week wore on last week and I worked through learning how to do some of our normal routines and becoming more efficient at cooking without being near heat, steam, opening oven doors, or handling anything that might splash….well, it turns out if one if careful and has a 13 year old, it can be directed and accomplished.
Meanwhile the only thing that worked is what always works. Jesus. Hearing Kenneth Hagin one evening helped…well actually hearing God through Kenneth Hagin reminded me that what we say is indeed what we become…and I am saying I am healed and blessed, for I am.
We’re still on the every hour on the hour medicate my eyes mode, so nights are short and days are long, hopefully this week we’ll get news that every few hours is allowable and that this week the doctor sees the healing happening!
God is God and he is good….now to figure out where I put my shoes….they seem to keep running away at night, for mornings I simply don’t find them again!
Have a great day!
