1 Corinthians 13:12 (KJV)
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”
I have been pondering vision of late, mine in particular.
You see, I am at the dreaded bifocals stage, the one that we try to deny for as long as possible. Thing is, after a while, there is no denying the need, not if one desires to truly see clearly. I had a pair for a while, liked them too. I am in between just now, and finding, I am so ready for when I get them again. I miss my bifocals, my granny glasses. I yearn to be able to see up close without any squinting or trying to figure out what I am reading.
As I sat with Abba recently, reading His words to me, without my glasses, Bible held up close, He whispered this to me…
As much as I physically need this seeing aid, my inner vision needs them even more.
You see, I am so crowded of late… so much feeling hitting me like darts from every direction, all jumbled that I can’t seem to sort them out. Way more than I know what to do with. Thus they leave me confused, my mind to feel in a fog, I unable to decipher this pile of letters left at my feet, all a jumbled.
I don’t have to is what God is showing me.
“Stop squinting,” He says. “Allow me to be your eyes in this. I will show you what my purpose is, I have a plan that you can’t see. Take your eyes off of the confusion and fullness, allow Me to lead as you give it to Me and wonders will happen.”
“I am here. seek Me and find Me, turn to My Word, draw nearer to My Mother, open yourself to a deeper indwelling of the Holy Spirit. Hide not from me in your confusion, for I know where you are always. I see you, to love you. I find you always, for I seek you out. My Father created you for a purpose, His. Embrace the honor this is as I did The Way of the cross was hard for me, I too felt the crowdedness of it. Follow my example a\set in the Garden of Gethsemane. See with the spiritual wisdom Our Father desires to bless you with. Yield your vision to His.”
In humble obedience, I take my eyes off of the feeling as I look heavenward within. I yield needing to understand to following.
His blood, His Sacrifice, His gift to me all I need to see clearly.
At the foot of the cross, I whisper, “Not my will, but Thine, be done.”
“Father, if thou art willing, remove this cup from me;
nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.” Luke 22:42 (RSVCE)