Not What I ExpectedSample

My Blind Spot

The retina specialist warned me that the longer the name of the disease the less doctors know about it. That was right before he told me that I had Acute Macular Neuroretinopathy—a paracentral scotoma. Yeah. Me neither. Basically, it’s a blind spot. Caused by the stoppage of blood flow to a small part of my retina (they think), no one knows why it happened, how to fix it, or if it’ll get better or worse. It’s just a blind spot. That’s all. The specialist said that eventually my brain would learn to ignore it and that I shouldn’t have any adverse effects from it. (I should have said, “My brain has learned way too much already so how can it learn one more thing?” But I didn’t.) It took three ophthalmologists to finally get to this place and, except for the last one, none of the doctors could see what I saw. Only the retina specialist, who was making an educated guess, finally found a tiny irregularity with a super sophisticated instrument that he said might be the reason I have a blind spot. So much for exact science!

It occurred to me later that week that I alone have this look at the world. So what if I have an almond shaped drop-out in sight just off the center of the view in my right eye? That means that no one can see exactly what I see. And that pertains to more than just physical eyesight. Every experience, every genetic predisposition, every divine intervention is up close and personal…custom ordained just for me. I believe that this is a privilege…that God would take His time to create me physically, emotionally, and spiritually unique…not like anyone else. And that means that every taste bud, every hair follicle, and every brain cell is mine and mine alone. Isaiah 64:8 says, “Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.

Ephesians 2:10

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”