The baby that we took to Heidi Baker for prayer? Carrying him through the crowd, feeling much like the four men who resorted to lowering their friend through the roof to Jesus. Except in this case the story morphed into the parting of the Red Sea, such was the difficulty in reaching a woman full of the Holy Spirit and with a gift of healing, in a crowded room.
When he was one, we were at a park and he was lying on a picnic table (fully supported and surrounded by family - geesh!) when his older brother moved causing the sunlight to shine in Victor's eyes. He squinted. I told Isaac to repeat the movement. Same response. He could see light!
When he was two, he brought one of his books to me and told me which one it was by holding it up to his face and identifying something on the cover. To test it out and make sure he didn't just know the size of that particular book, I showed him another and another and another. Same result. We also saw him stop to pick up shiny or obvious items on the ground. He not only saw light but also could discriminate items a few inches in front of his face and objects on the ground.
At three, he started preschool. Up to this point, I did not think he was going to be able to identify colors. I always told him the color of his shirt and pants when he got dressed, or of a toy in front of him, but he never correctly discriminated between colors when quizzed. A few months into school he started naming his colors - correctly. He can't identify subtle color changes and will confuse colors like purple and pink, but he knows the primary and secondary colors. He had a definite preference for red in the beginning, because of it's association with Elmo but since learning that my favorite color is blue, he will tell you that is his favorite.
Since then, his ophthalmologist has determined that he definitely doesn't see anything out of his left eye. Everything he is seeing - light, objects, colors - is coming from a tiny tunnel of vision in his right eye. We don't know how. But we do know that the fully blind child is no longer fully blind.
And today, another miracle. He was coloring at the table with some of the older children. He told me he was going to write his name. Since he's a Braille learner and no one has taught him print, I didn't think much of his announcement. He has made a V shape before (always upside down), so I knew that he knew the first letter. But then he said the next letter, and wrote an I. Then the same for a C. Then the T and the O. By this point we were all open-mouthed in astonishment. He asked for help with the R, which I gave. But he wrote his name, with letters we didn't even know he knew.
I will admit to slacking in my prayers for physical healing. The visual impairment is the easy part of Victor. My prayers tend to focus on his behaviors. No, let's be honest, they don't tend to focus on behavior, they most definitely implore on behalf of his behaviors. I am known at Heaven's gates as that one who is demanding the victory we were promised before he was even born.
And when I take time to look back (that whole "always be careful that you do not forget" thing from Deuteronomy), I can see that there have been definite improvements in that area as well as the physical healing.
And I am believing that there is more to come!
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