Life only makes sense to me anymore through the lens of the Word. Soaking it in deep. To take all of what my Jesus commands and live it, breathe it, blur it into my world view.
My natural eyesight screams that I am foolish. How could I love someone that hurt me so? How could I give all that I am to share His love with one who might choose no? How could I trust Him to provide always? Do I dare to believe all of His promises are for me? To step out of this comfort bubble to obey His voice. Blur my vision. I only want yours.
I have lived a life of sharing Jesus, trash dumps, red light districts, indigenous huts of rainforest villages. Coming back to the United States, I see the same poverty. Wrapped in materialism, indifference, utter pain, a lack of Jesus, true poverty. To see this nation as you do Jesus. Blur my vision.
Wake us up. Wake us up to hear your heartbeat. To dare to come close enough to feel your breath on our spirits. To pick up the Word and realize it is truth and choose to live it. That when others look on me, my life blurs their vision.