one night after a long evening of devotions and team time I was extra tired and ready for bed so I decided to take two Benadryl just to ensure I got a good night sleep. after I did that I climbed into my top bunk and proceeded my nightly routine before passing out. I took out my daily contacts, threw them away and then zipped myself into my bug net for the night. (Not today malaria, not today)
I woke up in the morning, rubbed my eyes and looked around the dorm to see who was up when all of a sudden I realized I could see in my right eye without my glasses. which, just to give you an idea of how blind I am, my friends used to move my glasses from me while we were sleeping so I would have to pat around on the ground until I found them. Needless to say, for me to be able to see more than just shapes and colors was totally blowing my mind.
So here I am sitting in pure confusion quietly trying to figure out what happened and why i was suddenly able to see in one eye. Then it hit me. “God must have restored my vision”
but why? What does this mean? I never asked for god to heal my sight and honestly I was perfectly fine with my blindness. these thoughts are running through my mind all while the girls are starting to wake up.
Now I didn’t want to overwhelm them so early in the morning by enlightening them about the miracle that took place in my eye overnight so I just kept quiet on the outside while on the inside I was battling such confusion and coming to terms with this random eye healing god provided.
I opened up my new pair of contacts preparing to only put the left eye in (obviously, since god healed my right eye) and as I looked in the mirror to do so I realized what was really happening and I immediately started to cry.
What I thought was “restored vision” was really just my old contact being too dry and sticking to my eyeball while I slept which I didn’t notice because I had taken those Benadryl.
I was crying I was laughing so hard and my squad mates started to question why I had turned delusional so early in the morning. When I told them what had happened we laughed hysterically for a solid 5 minutes.
but this scenario showed me that my faith in god is growing. for me to undoubtedly believe that god is so willing and capable to perform miracles on what seems like such a small deal speaks volumes to me.
Even though I haven’t been out in orphanages or feeding the homeless in order to constitute my race as a “mission trip” like I felt it should, I am still seeing god come to life and perform miracles here in the DR.
My team and I were able to be apart of writing curriculum for girls who are trapped in generational abuse feeling hopeless and lost. we were able to meet and love on some of the girls who would be on the other side of that curriculum. knowing god blessed our words that will hopefully be apart of saving these beautiful young women, how could I not believe god is currently working miracles?
God has given me a new view on missions, miracles and my faith in Him. He is bigger than any fear, problem or darkness that the world could ever be consumed by.
so while god didn’t necessarily heal my vision he has restored the way I view his works. I am positive he is healing and restoring my squad, our ministry, the beautiful town of lajas and everyone who resides here on Hope Mountain. I am forever blessed to be apart of his ministry and thankful for this calling.
God is so good, isn’t he?
