Why It was a Blessing For Me To Get Cirroscis

When Jacob was 3 years old, his eyes swelled up. We went to the doctor, and he gave us eye drops. Jacob fought us the entire way because he didn't like the discomfort. So this is what we did: I would hold him down and his mom would hold open his eyes and give him the drops. At that point, he got so wild that he would jump up and down in the bed, screaming and throwing stuff around his room. Of course, we tried to discipline him and tell him to stop, but it didn't matter; there was nothing we could do, so we just closed the door and let him get it out of his system. 

We went back to the doctor and told him what was going on and he said all we had to do was give him the eye drops with his eyes closed. The medicine was made in such a way that enough would get into his eyes, even if it seemed like the majority of it would land on his eyelids. So we did that but Jacob still would shut his eyes so tight that the medicine would not go in, so we resorted back to holding him down and opening his eyes and watching him lose his metaphorical compost. 

The spirit reminded me of this today. She is constantly trying to tell me the truth. If I can be at peace with her and accept the truth, even if it's uncomfortable, she can give me the medicine as gently as possible. If I submit, I can eliminate a lot of the pain and get the medicine I need. However, if I'm fighting her and rejecting the truth because of it's pain, then she's going to have to hold me down, hold my eyes open and force me to take it. 

But there's a third scenario and that's the very, very worst one. She could say metaphorically, "copulate it," dispense with the medicine, and let me go blind.

We loved Jacob too much to let him go blind.