“I can’t see out of my left eye.”
That’s something you never want to hear your child say.
Life immediately came to a screeching halt. Even in the dimly lit parking lot I could see my 17-year-old son’s left eye wasn’t normal. His iris and pupil were both black. His eyes are normally a blue-grey.
In a matter of minutes, we were walking into the emergency room. All four of us. Zach and his posse…his dad, his sister and me.
How quickly the things we focus on become unimportant and petty when a life-altering event happens.
The soccer ball my son took to his face during his high school game hit him smack-dab on his eye. Seeing it happen across the field, I knew it was bad. His head reacted backward from the ball’s force, and he went down. Even though the on-site trainer was attending to him, it took everything out of me to wait until halftime to walk to the other side to see how he was.
It was definitely bad.
The E.R. doctor’s look said much. It was a hyphema. Bleeding on the outer part of the eye. The black we saw was actually blood. A very serious eye injury.
(The below photo is just the doctor examining Zach’s eye with light. Nothing gross.)
I didn’t sleep much that night. This mom prayed, and yes, I worried.
“God, please heal Zach’s eye and give him his eyesight back. God, I don’t understand. Why did this have to happen??”
I couldn’t have been more thankful to look at Zach’s eye the next morning. The blood had almost all receded, and he could hazily see out of it again.
“Thank you, God!”
The ophthalmologist at our appointment that morning gave strict orders for five days of no activity, no school, no practice, no soccer, no reading, no nothing. Three weeks of no physical activity. Rest. Rest. Rest.
How do you keep a 17-year old from doing anything, including reading?? For five days straight??
Zach did well laying low. Thankfully I was able to be home with him, and we spent some wonderful hours together we otherwise never would have had.
This morning I am humbly grateful God answered my prayers. The blood has disappeared, and his iris and pupil look back to normal. Zach says he can see “fine.” We return to the ophthalmologist this morning to find out where we go from here.
How I have taken my eyesight for granted! And my son! What other gifts has God given me I have done the same?? My voice? My fingers? My legs? My family? Everything???
I have no answers as to why this happened. But it has caused me to be grateful. I am thanking God for each and every gift in my life today. May this prompt you to do the same in yours.
Thank you for being one of my gifts!
Today I’m linking up with Katie Reid for #inspireandgrow. Our place on Mondays where we encourage each other and build each other up! (http://www.echoesofmyheart.com/2/post/2014/04/1.html)
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