My oldest son is turning 15 next month and all I hear him talk about is his permit!!! Is it really that time already?!?!? I know this is so exciting for him but honestly, for me, every time he starts talking about it I’m swept back in time to when he was just a baby. So many memories! Homeschooling, his first bicycle, the huge train we built together out of Pampered Chef boxes, his first puppy, and the list goes on.
As I started reminiscing, the Lord reminded me of a past situation that actually related to what He's been talking to me about presently. For the last several months we've been discussing vision; vision statements, His vision for my life, His vision for my family, ect....
The memory that I began to recall was one where we fought for my son's eyesight. He was born with strabismus and had surgery on both eyes when he was only six months old. He recovered and we went to several doctors over the next few years. When he was almost four I took him to a very negative eye specialist. (I didn't know he was going to be negative.) He asked my son to read the eye chart. Of course, it was pictures because he was too young to know any of the letters. The left eye was covered and with the right eye, he flew through the pictures. I thought to myself, “YES, he got everyone right!” Then, the doctor covered the right eye and my son got very quiet. He looked up at me with an expression on his face that to this day pierces my heart when I think about it. Through tears he said, “I can’t see it, mommy!” I immediately scooped him up in my arms and started reassuring him that everything would be ok. The doctor said the brain had stopped using the eye and he was going to basically be blind in his left eye. He said we could patch but it would be months before we saw any improvement; if any at all. He told me several stories about people he knew and how the process was irreversible. He didn't have one positive word to say. Not one!!
Needless to say I left there very upset. Upset with the prognosis and with the callous tone in the doctor’s voice. I went home and put Mason down for a nap and started praying. I remembered a book I had just finished on Isaiah 26:3 You will keep him in perfect peace (nothing missing; nothing broken), whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.
I knew three things. This was my verse to stand on, it was not coincidental that I had just read this particular book, and I knew what my battle strategy was. This verse took on a very personal meaning for me that day.
I still remember part of the prayer that I prayed. ‘Lord, Your word says that if I keep my mind stayed on You, I will trust You because I will see You and Your promises in Your word. I will trust that You are who You say You are and I will trust that You will watch over Your word to perform it. As I trust You because I have kept my mind stayed on You, You will give me perfect peace (nothing missing; nothing broken)! And Lord, if my son loses his eyesight, then I won’t have perfect peace because something will be missing and something will be broken. So in Jesus Name I declare 20/20 vision over my son’s eyesight and I thank you for my perfect peace. AMEN!’
Let me say that I didn't just pray this once I declared it repeatedly; many times a day! I wrote that scripture on note cards and I hung it all over my house. It hung on the bathroom mirrors, next to every potty, on every kitchen cabinet door, on the walls, television, mantle, lamps and on every door in the house. I would walk around my house declaring his 20/20 vision and healing. I went to war!!!!
We did patching also and I made the cutest, wildest patches for both of us to wear together! The doctor had told me to patch for three months and make a follow up appointment. He was very clear that he didn’t expect to see anything different. This was simply protocol. I couldn’t wait three months. So in just a couple of weeks I called and wanted to have him retested. This time, to the doctor’s surprise, my son had 20/20 vision in both eyes.
God’s word is powerful, His promises are true and He is faithful!!
I asked God how this memory applied to me now and realized that just as the enemy tried to steal Mason's eyesight; his vision, the enemy has tried to do the same to me. The enemy doesn't want us to see who we are; who God created us to be. However, just as God restored Mason's vision, He is doing the same for me. I am declaring the same scripture over my spiritual vision! If I can't see spiritually then something is surely missing. I believe God will continue to speak to me on this subject because I will continue to ask
and... I will stand my watch and set myself on the rampart, And watch to see what He will say to me, And what I will answer when I am corrected. Habakkuk 2:1

