Vision with age is supposed to diminish. Yet, life hones, shapes and directs vision by allowing light in, fracturing those simple rays. Prisms are laid out complete with memories of faces, places, smells and sounds.
Vision for the future crescendos with strength of the past, desires of present but can be walled in by anxieties unseen. Vision takes ‘challenge’ and uses it like a battering ramp against the walls of prejudice, loneliness, touches of arthritis and other cob webs!
Life requires so much work to be able to see. On our own we can be spooked by the moonlight and blinded by the sun.
Grasshoppers can still be giants. That ugly mole hill can be that mountain.
Where is your focus? Where is your source of light? Who gives you strength? Vision requires determination and a point of contact. I know I am older, maybe not all that wiser, but I have a vision. Vision full of sparkles, comets, sun bursts and star flashes; laughter, fears that we climbed through, love shared, hugs held close, songs shared, moving tape ripped open… If each memory were a spark of light it would be constant lightening flashes! Love it! Life is so good!
I love Psalm 19 from the Message
God’s glory is on tour in the skies,
God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
Madame Day holds classes every moring,
Professor Night lectures each evening.
Their words aren’t heard,
their vices aren’t recorded
But their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.
That’s how God’s Word vaults across the skies
from sunrise to sunset,
Melting ice, scorching deserts,
warming hearts to faith.byDeborahonTuesday, August 02, 2011Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestMilitary Life:Deborah,Vision