Friday Motivational || Look Up

Look Up!

I had to get a new pair of eyeglasses that year. Stereotypism had started to mix with my nearsightedness making things a little bit blurry with my vision. Also I had to finally give in to another sign of long hours staring into the computer screen and get my first pair of bifocals.

It has taken me several days to get used to the new pair. While it was great seeing clearly again and wonderful being able to operate the computer without squinting and bring my face one inch closer to the screen, the lenses were a challenge for me.

The problem was that whenever I was looking at something far away I had to keep my eyes up or else I got a wave of blurriness when I accidentally looked through the sides of lenses.

It did hurt then.

I am glad that my eyes healed and I am way over it. It is no fun living in a blurry world.

I am grateful for that experience for another reason too. It taught me a truth that I will hold close to my heart forever: whenever you need to see the road ahead clearly, Look Up!

Too often in my life I have kept the eyes of my soul looking down to the ground.

When I did the world seemed like a scary, blurry, and depressing place.

When I raised those eyes up to heaven, though, my vision always became breathtakingly clear. I saw that God loves me. I saw that this is God's world. I saw that life is good and when I help others I make it even better. I saw that no matter what each day may throw at me, I can face it with a loving heart and a joyful spirit.

Whenever your life seems blurry then, look up!

Whenever your life seems frightening or overwhelming, look up!

Whenever you aren't sure what you should do, look up!

God is in His Heaven and He is in your heart as well. Open the eyes of your soul and see clearly just how much God loves you and just how much you can love as well.

Always look up!

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