After several surgeries, I was still discouraged by my facial appearance. One evening in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and prayed sadly,
“God, I can’t do this. I can’t even
recognize myself.”
After praying, I went to bed.
The very next morning,
I looked in the same mirror and could see myself again! Praise God!
His mercies are new everyday.
He heard my cry and restored my appearance. I cried grateful tears of
joy and awe.

My lawyer scoffed when I told him how much compensation I wanted for my pain and suffering.
“You only have an eye injury. A little scratch. They won’t give you that much,” he said. “There’s a lot you must do to
prove your case. And doctors must...