Blur

Sometime my perspective gets blurry. All I can see is what I want, what I aspire to be, what I'll achieve.

My eyes become dazzled with all this world offers, it's saltwater drops of happiness. I don't see the dark clouds behind that salty rain.

Being comfortable, making money, being liked. Those are the things that are dangled before me, enticing me onward.

Possessions, amusements, and unreality calls for me to follow.

All I see are the droplets before me. I am lulled into believing that they will quench my thirst.

But salt water never will, never can quench it. It only makes me long for more.

So I follow. Deeper and deeper into self love and self gratification, without admitting that I'm worshiping me.

All I can see is the blur, everything is out of focus. I no longer see reality. I get wrapped up in chasing raindrops. I never notice the mud splashing up onto me.

Behind me, lost in the mist, stands the Water of Life. With open arms He offers all the true fulfillment, all the true happiness, all the true love I could ever need.

But my eyes are blurred. I cannot see Him.

I've got to turn, to wipe my eyes, to run as hard and as fast as I can from the slippery, tempting puddles. I've got to cling to Him, to beg Him to be my all in all . I've got to stare hard and straight into His eyes. Letting Him keep mine in focus. I must never look back at the rain.

"Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked Him and He would have given you living water." - John 4:10

1John 2:16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.

Fine Print: Pictures are not my own. This post is part of a series of "Outtakes" snapshots from real life.