I woke up this morning and took my time looking around my bedroom. I looked hard at all the things my vision challenged eyes could not see. I wanted to remember what it is like to not see clearly. As I reached over to my nightstand and grasped all around for my glasses I rejoiced knowing this would be the last morning I would need to rely on glasses to make it to the bathroom safely. As I fixed my hair, I glanced at my contact case on the sink and smiled as I realized I would never again open those two little vials to put the little lenses in my eyes that would help me make it through my day. Because today I went to a clinic and underwent Lasik eye surgery. It was a very strange experience. I was given two little valium tablets to take the edge off the nervousness I felt. Because even though I was very excited to have this procedure done, letting people invade my eyes made me more than a little apprehensive. As poor as my eyes were, they were my eyes afterall, and the thought of something possibly going wrong and losing my eyesight worried me more than a little.
I met my surgeon and I immediately liked him. I soon discovered that he was a Christian, a PK (pastors kid) in fact, and was even from my own denomination. That immediately put me at ease. He led me into a room and I laid in a recliner type chair. I was given a stuffed animal to hold and the assistant told me that this would help me not to try to help the doctor! It was actually nice because I wrung the stuffing out of that thing! Immediately his assistant painted some adhesive around my eyes and placed some tape that held my lashes both above and below my eye. Numbing drops were administered into my eyes and then an instrument that held my eye open and prevented me from blinking or moving my eye. There was pressure but not pain at all. My surgeon talked me through the whole procedure telling me what was going to happen next. A patch was placed over the other eye. A camera type instrument was placed over my eye with a red dot I was told to focus on. There were some clicks and then as the surgeon lifted the lens off my cornea, everything went black. That was the worst part. I heard some more clicking sounds and there was a strange odor and suddenly I could see again. Drops were administered and I had to focus on the red dot for another minute and I was done! Then the second eye was done in the same way. The whole procedure was probably 6 or 7 minutes. Incredible. I told the doctor that I had not expected the odor. He told me it was the smell of bad eyesight leaving! As I sat up I could tell that I could see better but everything was still very blurry. The doctor told me that was completely normal and that I would keep getting clearer vision for the next week. It is now about 6 hours later and I am simply amazed at how well I can see! All the way home, as my husband drove, I was busy reading license plates off of all the cars around me! I just can't belive how well I can see and it's hard to understand that I don't have contacts in!
I believe in the instantaneous healing of God's hand. I also believe God heals through the hands of surgeons. Today I experienced healing by God through the hands of a very skilled surgeon.
After the surgery, I was looking around the room and I told the surgeon that it was a miracle. He smiled and said, "I remember reading of Someone who healed eyesight with a little bit of mud. That was a miracle."
God is so good!