Just before Christmas I woke and looked in the mirror to discover I had a black eye. Now if you get a black eye, you typically remember how you got it right? Even more interesting was that no one else seemed to be able to see it until the next day, even though, in my opinion, it was quite noticeable.
When odd things like that happen, I’ve learned that often it is God pointing to something. I prayed and asked the Holy Spirit what it represented. “A black-eye is coming,” was all I heard, but I had no idea what it meant.
I do now.
