First, I scratched the cornea of my right eye. Several days followed of stabbing pain and extreme sensitivity to light, glare, brightness of any kind. Of course, we were having a run of the brightest, shiniest days anyone in normally cloudy Seattle could ever hope to have! I walked by windows with my arm over my face in a poor (and usually unsuccessful) attempt to avoid pain and discomfort.
I could tell it was getting better, though, so I wasn’t too worried until I tried to drive in the dark a few days into this situation and realized that my eyes couldn’t adjust to the dark sky and bright spots of light in oncoming headlamps and overhead street lights. I had to force them to stay open despite the river of tears that poured down my face from my sore eye. What if it stayed sensitive to light forever? Were my days of night driving over just like that? It was kind of scary.
Then, I caught a terrible head cold: fever, running nose that wouldn’t stop all night long, coughing. The kind where your head hurts and you feel like you’ll never feel normal again.
So I have to say that I was very happy this week when I drove my husband to the airport–in the dark–and realized that I was seeing normally again! Then, my nose stopped running! My fever returned to normal! I still have that cough, but I can see the light at the end of this tunnel.
Have you ever noticed that nature can sometimes take a beating and come back almost good as new, too? There’s a row of tall evergreen bushes near my school, and one day (about two years ago) an ice storm made the branches go haywire. Lots of them sagged low, towards the ground, and it was one of the most mangled messes of shrubbery I had ever seen. I was feeling sad that the owners would probably have to chop it all down, because it was a complete eyesore.
The owners left it alone, however, and the casual observer today would barely be able to guess the state it had been in. All but about three branches have returned to normal, reaching for the sky in tight bunches just like before. I’m glad the owners were patient.
Psalm 107:20 says, “He sent forth his word and healed them.” When I have been sick but am finally feeling better, it makes me more sure than ever that we were made by a God who loves us, who doesn’t give up easily on things that are weak or broken. And when I am in the midst of a situation that feels like it will never get better, I think of the mangled bush that stands tall once again, and realize that just because I can’t see God’s hand at the moment, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there unseen, working hard the whole time to bring about his good plan.
Spring, for many of you, is still hiding under a new blanket of snow (sorry, Suzy!), but the season of Easter and new life is truly just around the corner. May all of us sense God’s healing, comforting presence and be sure of this miracle, even when it’s hard to see.
For friends new to this blog, “Wednesday’s Word” is a weekly Bible audio clip that rotates between Genesis, Luke and Psalms. Occasionally, I post “Wednesday’s Word to the Free,” a short Bible passage on what it means to be free. Freedom is a very big concern to Timley Mouse, the tiniest character in my upcoming novel, Bon Voyage, Sophie Topfeather! On Sundays, I post an article-type post on themes in the novels: faith, friendship, diversity, etc. Please join in the conversation!