The weekend was almost here and I was so excited, I couldn't wait to pick Qurin up from school, go home, grab our bags and head to the Poconos. I had a list of things that I was going to do and I couldn't wait another minute. And then it happened. My left eye started to swell and by the time we made it to our destination, I looked like a bee had stung me more than once. I started to panic because my I knew that the weekend that I planned to partake in wasn't going to happen. I started to feel sorry for myself and each time I looked in the mirror, I felt even worst. I refused to eat and I definitely refused to go outside. I retreated to my bed and cried myself to sleep. When I woke, the person looking back at me made me cry even more, but I didn't just cry, I started to pray and ask God why this was happening to me. Friday, became Sat and I still looked and felt horrible. Why am I so vain? There are people who have to embrace worse than a swollen eye each day and I am here making love to my depression because of this. I started to pray even more. God forgive me for being so shallow and show me what I need to see at this moment in my life. I felt back to sleep again.
"Many are the plans of man, but only God's plans will stand."
Sunday morning came and I was on my way to emergency eye care center in NYC.
After my visit with Dr. Wiese, I found out I had an eye infection and should be better in 7 days or less.
So what did I learn after all of this? I will not always be better over bitter. I will have my bitter moments, but I will not stay there long. I learned that I have to learn how to relax and go with the flow of life. I have to learn that I'm not exempt from bad things happening to me and when it does, it doesn't have to be a punishment from God. My life is not in my hands, it belongs to God and He will always take care of Dee.
I was searching for a doctor on a Sunday to see me and God sent one to me. I was calling a bunch of places that were closed and 4:30am I received a phone call back, from Dr. Wiese saying that he will be able to see me at 11:30 am.
Serenity told me this weekend was my weekend to rest and even though I had other plans for myself, God knew what I needed.
What do you when you lose sight of your vision? What advice would you give that man/woman in the mirror to keep them moving beyond their bitter moments in life?