Subconjunctival Hemorrhage. Web MD, an actual MD, and an ophthalmic assistant assure me that that is the name of the blood spot in my eye.
They all assure me that it will disappear. In the meantime, I avoid looking myself in the eye. I’m one for whom watching anyone, including my wife, put drops in their eyes or remove a rogue lash proves traumatic. Given the choice between watching a doctor examine an eye and a surgeon repair a heart, I would choose the latter.
Tonight, as I brush my teeth, I will find something rather than my reflection to observe for those two minutes (plus flossing, if I do as I should). I will avoid eye contact.
Avoiding eye contact. We do that for reasons beyond subconjunctival hemorrhages.
Shame.A traditional proverb assures us that “the eyes are the window to the soul.” Therefore, fans of taking their “everyday, ordinary” lives and placing “them before God as an offering” (see Romans 12, The Message) need to look themselves in the eye. As we look into our own eyes, we will observe our souls and discover answers to questions.
Fear of self-betrayal.
Desperate attempts at self-deception.
Have I really forgiven him?As we look into our own eyes, we also discover our spots. Yes - subconjunctival hemorrhages; but more importantly, blind spots.
Do I really believe that God created me for a purpose?
Do I know that God loves me?
What have I been ignoring?Tonight as you prepare for bedtime, remember to brush your teeth, floss, and . . . Look Yourself in the Eye.
What sin continues to entangle me?
Do I still have that plank in my eye? Speck?