Dull Moments

Thomas is known for doubting. This morning, I feel for Thomas. No one is recording these actions in the Bible, no one will discuss (for centuries) my actions and their implications. When presented with the news that Jesus would be leaving them, Thomas asked, "Lord, if you go, how will we know the way?" Thomas' issue was Jesus leaving them. Obviously, that's not my issue today, but I have a different circumstance that I am looking at and saying, "Lord, how are we going to do this?" Lord, how do I have faith in this situation? I have already cried, prayed, slept and read the Bible. James MacDonald says Faith is believing the Word of God and acting upon it no matter how I feel because God promises a good result. Today, I believe this with all my heart. And today, when I don't, I will go to Jesus, like Thomas did, and I will say, "Lord, how will I know I the way?" Even as my heart is breaking and my eyes are filing with tears, I will ...

I had my surgery on a Friday afternoon at 3PM. When I woke up the next Monday morning, I felt like a different person. My eyes no longer felt like "something" was irritating them. They were dry buy manageable. They were tired but I could see. Light wasn't painful. The worst thing that Monday morning? THOSE BANDAGE CONTACTS. So gross and dry. The steroid drops you use with PRK are cloudy and gross and make the contacts equally cloudy and gross. You are not allowed to remove or touch the contacts, so... lots of artificial tears. On Monday, I was able to go shopping with my mom, function around the house, and start making goodies for a family from church thad just had a baby. I am glad I didn't choose to go back to work that Monday or Tuesday. my eyes just needed... down time. Non-computer-screen time. I felt fine, but my body wanted rest. This is going into my 3rd week of recovery. My night vision still isn't quite perfect. I need the light to see details an...

I'll finish telling you about PRK soon, promise. Today, though, let's talk about my life. My life with boys*. *When I say boys instead of men, I mean no disrespect. It's not a matter of age or maturity. I say girls instead of "women" all the time. It means nothing. As you may know, we have a friend and his 2 year old son living with us. It's cool, it's not a thing, and that's all I'm saying.  With this, I have become out-numbered 4:1 by the men. Because even my dog is a boy. A few ways my life has changed....  The house is always messy. Not horribly so, but there's always... something odd that needs to be cleaned up. I'm slowly accepting this fact and trying my hardest to realize it's not a big deal. I am frequently called emotional or catty. This isn't mean -- it's fact. But other girls aren't like, "What is wrong with you today?" or "Chrissy, you are being mean. You are overreacting...