The last newsflash on the eyes was, I think, somewhere in January or so right. Being the story of the new glasses which looked like the old ones but weren’t. The hope was, that these new glasses would teach my brain to make one image out of the two they were receiving from two eyes. Unfortunately they haven’t picked this up. This last week I went to the hospital again where a few people in white jackets looked serious and tried to come up with a brilliant plan to fix my situation. Basically their brilliant plan was: learn to live with it. I hobbled over to another room to measure the eyes for a contact lens to completely cover up one eye so that I only see one image, through the eye not covered up by the contact lense. As I was sitting there I got this big lump in my throat and I think a few tears rolled down my cheeks. It’s quite something, to accept the situation of two images and to stop seeking some kind of way out.
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I was over at someone’s house last night and the youngest son (of about four) had been playing over at some neighbors. He came home and asked mom: ‘Can I eat over at their house? They’re having French fries!’ Mom went over to the neighbors, discovered they weren’t eating for a while yet and son needed to sleep, so son was paraded back and made to eat hutspot (this traditional Dutch dish with potatoes and carrots which just doesn’t quite compare to French fries when you’re four) with the rest of the family. The result was to be expected- bawling and tantrums. This morning heard from someone else of a kid who, when badly hurt, had gone to dad to cry and say, ‘Can you please take away my ouchy?!’
The point is, in both these cases, that the way kids are with their parents reminds me of the way we often are towards God. We see the French fries and our whole heart desires them, despite the fact they may not be best for us. We go to God and ask for French fries. We desperately want our ouchy to be taken away, and with our timing. God as our loving Father knows that hutspot and early sleep is better, and that in this particular scenario, it’s better for us not to have our ouchies removed in a split second. So He allows a hemorrhage. But just like a loving parent, He wants to hold very tight because He knows we don’t like the tough road with the hutspot. |
Mattanja OosterhuisHaving grown up in diverse places on earth, I suppose I've learned to make the best of what comes my way. Such as a hemorrhage. After this bleeding in my head occurred in dec. 2010, my life has come to look different. On my blog I write about some of this. Archives
March 2018
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