I've previously blogged about my youngest son, Connor. He was born with very little vision in his left eye, almost none. The blessing in that was that it was a scar and scars do not get worse/bigger, but they do not heal. He was three when we were told this, and we had NO clue that that is the news we were in for. He was so 'normal', no one who knew him had any way of knowing that he could not see on his left side. It was quite a blow, but I relied on my faith and not on my own understanding because, honestly, that's all I had with news like that. I prayed, and I processed and then I decided that it was his life and he was fine so who was I to tell him that he wasn't. Then I thanked God for him equipping Connor with the personality of an overcomer, because in my eyes, he was an amazing overcomer to handle partial blindness in such a way that it was unknown to all of us. Then, seeing him handle his new life with glasses and doctors snapping pictures of the inside of his eyes with huge machines and dark rooms, he was my little hero.
"Rabbi," his disciples asked him, "why was this man born blind? Was it because of his own sin or his parents's sins?
"It was not because of his sins or his parents' sins," Jesus answered. "This happened so the power of God could be seen in him" John 9:2-3
On Sunday, July 7, 2013 he was prayed for in church. Out of nowhere our pastor stopped what he was doing and asked Connor if he could pray for him and Con said yes. He prayed for healing, he prayed for restoration of sight, he prayed for perfect vision...I cried, Con stood very still and very intent on what was being said. Then he sat back down beside me and went on with business as usual. When we got home he and I cuddled in my bed, and I removed his glasses so they wouldn't bend and he informed me that he no longer needed them. I laughed...my little boy is quite the manipulator when he decides on what he wants. He told me again, very seriously that he no longer needed them, that they made things blurry. I got a little tummy flip, a little freaked out, and asked him to look at the clock....he could read it. Then, a little short of breath and full of tummy butterflies, I covered his good eye and asked him if he could see my face and he smiled and pointed at me. No turning of the head, no fidgeting to get my hand off of his good eye, just looked me straight in the eye and pointed to my nose/lips/hair/ears. A little overwhelmed I asked him about his 'broken' eye, and he said it was fixed. That God made him all better and Jesus had healed him. I couldn't really speak, there were no words adequate. It's been a week and one day now, and my little boy has worn his glasses for about a half hour in that entire time span. He can see! I'm humbled beyond belief and still in amazement. I cannot wrap my mind around this miracle, but my heart is wrapped completely:) I've always known in some abstract way, that God is with us, that He cares, that He loves us, that He heals us, but now I have a new understanding. I have a new perspective on faith, a renewed belief in miracles and in the power of prayer. May He touch your life, and your heart the way He's touched my family. :)
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