You know, I was once told that the eyes were the windows to the soul. Well, if that's true then the devil has been trying to blind my soul for a very long time. He has sent attacks on my eyes since I was a very young child. I remember a time when I was about four years old and not yet in school. Let me take you on this my lifes journey.
As I stated above, I was not yet of school age, and it was a time, before the age of "The daycare Centers," around 1959, I was home with Mom and so was one of my sisters. There're six children in total, three boys and three girls we were a six (mix) pack. We did everything together, played, prayed, slept and ate together. I was the youngest of the pack, so most of the time it was just me and Mom.
But this day the middle sister was home sick from school or so she said. This one you had to watch, she was truly a mess or so Mama said a lot; at any rate Nay, (my sister) was home with us, her given name is Reucshelle
we called her Nay for short. We three were home and the other four kids were still at school.
You have to know this, Mom kept an immaculate house. She was always cleaning, she would say if she had to go clean other peoples houses for a living, she would certainly keep her own clean. Because I was the youngest as well as the smallest, if something was needed on a shelf out of reach, I was lifted up and placed on the countertop, or tabletop whatever to get what was needed, or whatever was out of reach.
This particular day it was a key, on the top shelf of the cabinet. The extra key Mom wanted to give to the neighbor in case she needed to get in while Mom wasn't home. As I was standing on the counter top and looking for the key I saw that someone had inadvertently spilled some pepper in the cabinet. I had to save them before Mom saw this, so I took a big breath and blow the pepper to clean the spill.
When you're four, you think that's cleaning, just blow it to another spot one where Mom couldn't see it or so you think. Instead of the pepper going away it went into my left eye, and screeching burning pain occurred. Before anyone could help me down from the counter top I leaped off yelling, screaming and rubbing my eye out. Literally rubbing out my eye, before Mom reached me it was out, I mean it, my eye was literally out of my eye socket.
Now, you would think your Mom would call for some emergency help of some kind, like I said above this was before the quick help era of 911. There was not even time to call anyone the eye was out. Mom turned to my sister and said run quick to Sis. Bell's house, Sis. Baker, her sister is there; tell her what has happened and ask her to come quick. Sister Baker was one of the elders of the church.
Nay took off running and Mom started praying in the HolyGhost, I don't know how long it was before they got there, time sort of flew by. I remember Sis. Baker Coming through the back door speaking in tongue, with her hands reaching out towards my face, she walked right up to me put her hand over my eye actually pushing and praying that eye right back up into my eye socket.
Sis. Baker and Mom, continued to pray for a while; every now and then they asked me if I could see, I nodded no, still I was not taken to a doctor, today this would be labeled "child abuse," no they just kept on praying and in a little while they would ask again, "can you see?" no I nodded once again. They put a patch over my eye and told me to go play, While they continued to pray. I had no pain in the eye, absolutely none; I just had no sight, so I played around the house with my sister, who was home sick (yea right).
About 24 hours later Mom took the patch off my eye and said "Carol, can you see?", I nodded yes, she sent up high praises to God. I not only could see, but after my eyes were checked by an Optometrist, it was reported that I had 20/20 vision in both eyes. This method, or way of life may not be for everyone, but we believe in the "Power of Prayer."
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