This coming Sunday will mark the one-year anniversary of Braden’s eye surgery. Thinking back…this was a long year. But that’s not the point. Today, I took Braden to see his surgeon for his one-year check-up. Braden is fairly shy when it comes to being around strangers, so you can imagine what it would be like for a shy 2-year-old (then) and a shy 3-year-old (now) to have a stranger poking and prodding around your eye. But for the most part, Braden has done very well with this particular doctor.
Again, with his appointment today, Braden was great with him. However, because they wanted to really make sure that everything was okay, they wanted to dilate his pupils. Now, if you’ve never held a 3-year-old wearing tennis shoes on your lap while someone was trying to pry his eyes open to put in drops…you’re missing quite an experience. I would equate it to doing a handstand and sticking your shins in the path of a ceiling fan on high speed.
Braden was thrashing, screaming, and crying…and I hated it. I know Braden hated it, but I hated it too. I didn’t want to hold my son down, but I knew that it would improve the doctor’s ability to examine Braden. Braden was better off having the doctor really examine him.
And that got me thinking…God feels the same way when we struggle through tough times in our lives. We all go through events and circumstances, learning experiences and mistakes…and God tightly hangs on to us. We don’t like those times, but God doesn’t like them either. But He allows us to go through those times for our benefit and His glory.
I’m not saying that we shouldn’t cry, scream, or thrash during those times…but know that God is feeling some pain, as well, while He watches His child struggle. But most of the time, we become better people—better Christians with more faith—when we trust our Daddy…who always holds us tight.
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