Going to bed on Monday 14th January with clean bright eyes and waking up on Tuesday morning with dark red eyes was something that almost marred the beginning of a blissful year for me. I was compelled since then to wear dark shades to the office and school that earned me names like; Steve Wonder and Stephanie Wonder. But guess what? by His stripes I was healed over two thousand years ago in the courtyard of Pontious Pilate. Little did the devil know that each stroke of the horse-whip Jesus received healed a disease. I stood on this fact, prayed to my God the healer, and glory be to Him I am healed.
See how my eyes looked. Viewer discretion, please.