I can’t decide if my glasses are old or my vision is changing or maybe my morning eyes find it harder to focus. 

I wake with prayer and I carry that prayer with me to the place I open my words. 

I fling the glasses to the side because I’ve crinkled up the corners of my cheeks up towards my lashes and I realize I’m better without the lens. 

I wonder if there’s misconception in my thoughts I think to pray, if I’m seeing clearly what might possibly be ahead. 

I’m in a time of not quite sure what’s my part anymore in this thing I called my treasure. I believe if I’m honest I’ve let my vision become blurred by other objects. 

I’m beginning to tell myself the truth, like a failed diet…if I keep it secret will anyone know? 

Maybe not. 

But, I do and better to have good intentions than discarding all intentions and effort. 

Without fail I find truth every morning. 

I’m not supposed to know it all, see it all. 

I’m just called to keep looking and focused and certain what I’m seeking is through the lens of my Lord. 

“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.”

‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:12‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Begin again. Press on, things will become more clear.