Reflection—I’ve been on a journey through it lately. Of moments gone, of things I wish I would have; of wondering how despite the…
Reflection always teaches me something about life. It teaches me something I may have overlooked or maybe refused to acknowledge in the face of. It helps me to see things in a way I need to in order to clearly see.
Reflecting has a funny way of showing me what is when what I’m looking at is upside down and maybe a little blurry. Almost always pointing back to the direction of my thinking in the face of, and what I can change for what’s to come.
I’m thankful for what a little reflection can do for me. Taking the blurry parts and making them crystal clear. God always shows up in moments I least expect—but in moments when He knows I’ll hear him the loudest. It’s in the middle of all the blurry parts of life, I need a little perspective. And today, it took the dead of winter and an ice storm to get my attention.
A reminder really, that I can do hard things. I am doing hard things every day. And it’s okay to not want to face them, but I need to in order to see that it really isn’t as bad as I imagined it would be. Running away from the blurry parts of life is not the answer; running towards Him in the face of it all for clarity is.
All He asks of me is that I try. And I try with an open heart and open hands. He wants to walk beside me through the blurry, even if it’s in the dead of winter and an ice storm.