I've been having eye troubles. Since the end of June, my eyes have been watering. A lot. Driving me crazy as it looks and feels like I'm crying, much of the time. After two different opthalmology evaluations and procedures, both conclusions were that my tear ducts are stopped/closed up. So instead of draining like they are supposed to do, my eyes just fill up and spill over. Keeps my eyes irritated and my left hand with a tissue in it most of the time. Not sure why this is happening but the doctors agree that I need to see an ENT to get one more evaluation and then possibly have surgery to make new tear ducts. Upon being a little nervous for the last exam and procedure, Amy wanted to pray for me. We were actually in Costco doing some quick shopping where I met Scott (as he was taking the girls home while I went to the doctor). Anna had been teasing me about not being nervous as she knows I do not like doctor visits of any kind. Amy was worried about me. I told her she could pray for me when we all left but she didn't want to wait. Broke out into a prayer, right there in Costco, as we took each others hands. Made me actually almost cry for real as I love my little prayer warrior. And truth be told, I was quite nervous about the appointment and procedure to check my tear ducts again. I'm a sissy and I don't like to have my eyes messed with. Plus I'm thinking that this little girlie's prayers just might availeth much more....... than my own.
Her prayer went like this:
"Dear Jesus,
My mama's eyes are blurry. She needs your help, dear Jesus. We need for her to be back to normal because she has lots of things to do. She is a super fantastic Mama. The Best. She reads to me and Anna and she teaches us school at home. And we sing too. And do crafts. But her eyes are not right. Her eyes, they get all blurry and that is not good, dear Jesus cause she also needs to cook us food and take care of us and buy groceries. Will you help my mama's eyes to get all better, and help her not to be afraid? Dear Jesus, please help her not to feel worried, because I don't want her to feel worried. In Jesus' name. Amen"
Then after saying goodbyes for the afternoon and putting her in the car with Scott, , she rolled down her window to call out to me a Bible verse we learned a few weeks ago:
"Mama, just remember! When I am afraid, I will TRUST in you, Jesus! You can do it mama! You know that verse and you can do it. Just keep saying it Mama! Don't be worried!"
It's a really good thing that my car, and my pocket book were loaded down with tissues. This girl of mine, as young as she is, and in spite of all she has been through, knows how to get to the heart of things and has learned how to pray, any time and any place... the need arises. Then as I drove my separate way, boy did I smile.... while the abundance of real tears flowed.
Oh me, of little faith.
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