blurry

as a kid i had horrible vision.

conversations would go like this:

'honey, what time is it?'.'
'i don't know.'
'well can't you read the clock on the wall?'
'there's a clock on the wall???'


when things are blurry they seem a lot bigger than they really are.  in high school swimming class we would play water polo.  i was horrible at it...not only because i am short and because sports aren't really my thing to begin with...but also because i couldn't wear my glasses.  the pool was filled with 15 year old girls...but to my eyes i was trying to play against a team of grown men...all over six feet tall.

Mark 8:22-26

They arrived at Bethsaida. Some people brought a sightless man and begged Jesus to give him a healing touch. Taking him by the hand, he led him out of the village. He put spit in the man's eyes, laid hands on him, and asked, "Do you see anything?" He looked up. "I see men. They look like walking trees." So Jesus laid hands on his eyes again. The man looked hard and realized that he had recovered perfect sight, saw everything in bright, twenty-twenty focus...

hmm...do you ever have trouble with your spiritual vision? 
we start out as unbelievers...completely blind and unable to imagine what would be so great about a life of following Jesus. then...Jesus arrives on the scene of our hearts and touches our spiritual vision...we are exposed to a whole sense that we didn't know was even there...we see things as right and wrong...we are hurt by things and concerned by things that we never even noticed before.  but we aren't necessarily seeing things as they really are...we may be blowing a few things out of proportion because our spiritual vision isn't quite clear yet.
then Jesus touches us again and we have clear vision.  the attack of the enemy that had us paralyzed with fear just moments earlier seems like a lego battle because all of a sudden we have an eternal perspective...and it is 20/20.

may your inspired Creator touch your spiritual eyes so that you may see clearly.  may He touch you again and again until you are not afraid or even worried about the battles that will come, but that you walk into them knowing that your armor is impervious to the puny weapons that the enemy has.  that the enemy is not, in fact, the size of a tree...but the enemy is only as big as a single man...and together, with Jesus...you can take 'em...