So it’s like this: If you erupt with shingles you should get the meds within three days, or they may not be able to stop the advance of this horrrrifffffically painful virus. Of course, I had it for five days before I knew what it was. Ouch. Emergency physician and the ophthalmologist both said the meds they gave me may not stop it from blinding me. Huh? Well, they didn’t know I had angels and prayers on my side!! A guest speaker, a prophet no less (she reminded me of Tess on Touched by An Angel), well, she pulled me out of my seat in church and bellowed, “Not today. Not today! The Lord God says you are not going to die or give in to your illness today!” Well, less than a minute before she locked eyeballs with me I had given up (the pain was just tooooooo much) and was thinking about my bottle of pain killers. So, she had all the women pray for me. And one said, “Hug that cross your husband erected.” At that moment, I felt little flutters on my eyelid. All I could think of was angel wings circling around my eye.
Fast forward. Three hours later, the emergency doc says, “here’s the prescription but I’m not sure it’ll save your eye.” I heard the same thing from the Ophthalmologist the next day (Monday before Thanksgiving). However, on Wednesday (the day before Thanksgiving), I got the urge to trudge up (in the rain and sleet) to the cross here at the House of Angels. My eye was swollen almost entirely closed and the lid felt like cardboard. But, after intense prayer with my face snugged against that cross, the eye suddenly felt normal. After 45 minutes in the sleet, I went home. Checked the mirror. It was normal! And my coat, scarf & hat? Totally dry!! Praise God! www.ChristsHouseofAngels.org.