Monday, May 11, 2015

Tell Me a True Story - Week 05/11/15


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“Don’t sit so close to the TV,” I instructed my three year old son.  When I placed him on the sofa, he tilted his head downward and rolled his eyes up to look at the TV.   

“Something is not right with his eyes,” I told my husband.  “I will make an appointment to take him to the eye doctor. 

“This boy needs a specialist,” said the doctor, “And may I suggest an excellent doctor with offices close by?” 

After making an appointment, off we went to visit the specialist.  The doctor asked him to show with his hand which way the fingers on the letter E were pointing.  The doctor twirled the small eye glasses on the machine until he was happy that this would be a correct prescription for our son. 

Then he positioned the machine so that our boy could look through it at me.  Our boy began to smile real big, and I said, “What are you smiling about?”   

The Doctor made an astonishing statement as he said, “He is seeing his mother for the first time.”  Doctor continued, “Your son could not see his own feet in front of him. That is how bad his eyes are." 

At Sunday school, he suddenly became interested in the pictures and the stories about Jesus. 

Those early glasses were quite thick, but he no longer ran into walls and other things as he played.   

A growing boy often needed new frames so we made regular visits to the specialist, for adjustments to his glasses.   

As time went by, and Junior High school was near, Doctor suggested that perhaps for cosmetic reasons, we should consider contact lenses.  “He is old enough to take care of contacts,” said the doctor. 

That was a good choice, and it caused our son to feel better about him-self. 

The thick glasses were used in the evenings at home to give the eyes a rest, but all in all his adjustment to contacts were fine. 

I am reminded that there is spiritually another world that we cannot see that is brimming with angelic beings. No eye glasses on earth will reveal these angels that are protecting us, but they are real and active in their ministry. 

We can pray with Paul that our spiritual eyes will be opened - -

Ephesians 1:18-21 That the eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints, 19 And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power,  20 Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places, 21 Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come:

2 Corinthians 4: 18. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. (NIV)

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7 comments:

  1. Interesting story about your son, Hazel. Making the Ephesian's verse my prayer today!

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  2. What a wonderful analogy, Hazel. Eyes opened in the Earthly realm, very good. Eyes opened to the (Holy) Spirit realm. AMEN and Allelejuia!!

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  3. I loved the story about your son, and the precious moment of his joy at seeing his mommy for the first time! Just so sweet.

    Your verses are great. I also thought of these:

    "But when one turns to the Lord, the veil is removed." (2 Corinthians 3:16, ESV)

    "Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely." (1 Corinthians 13:12, NLT)

    "And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit." (2 Corinthians 3:18, NIV)

    I am so glad that my eyes have seen the glory of the Lord, and my unveiled heart ever seeks to follow Him. Keeping my eyes focused...

    GOD BLESS!

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  4. Oh, Hazel! This brought tears to my eyes! That precious boy...just thinking of him seeing you for the first time is so pitiful. I am so thankful they were able to correct his vision and enlighten his world. I loved your thoughts about the angels and how they are doing their job, even though we cannot see them. This was a wonderful, edifying post that encouraged me very much. God bless you, dear friend. :)

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  5. Beautiful story Hazel and great analogy! When my youngest son was 16 we took him to the eye doctor because he complained of seeing the board at school. They told us he was nearly color blind! I had no idea! He is very color weak in his reds and greens (keeps him out of the military). No wonder he could not mow the lawn straight...no joke...he was terrible and we thought he was just being lazy. But he couldn't see the difference in the lines of the green grass! What a lesson learned. Thank you for sharing today!

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  6. A beautiful & touching analogy. May our God open our eyes to truly see Him each & every day. Blessings to you & your son!

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  7. Nice One Hazel. Angels are all around us as a hedge.
    Thanks for the Link up.
    God Bless

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