I’m having eye trouble. I must be.  Or maybe, it’s visual processing issues…. Maybe I should call the doctor..an opthamologist maybe?   Maybe I should try Lasik… but, I’m not sure any medical intervention can help.  The problem seems to be more systemic than just a visual one.

See the beautiful purple sock in progress? The intricate twisting of the stitches? The socks are the “Oak Leaf Socks” from the online magazine  “knotions”.   It’s a beautiful pattern.  It’s a beautiful yarn. (Lorna’s Laces Shepherd Sock in Blackberry) .. I should love them… but I can’t seem to see them as others do. 

When I look at them.. I mainly see the mistakes.  It’s almost like they have been highlighted, or circled in red ink.  There are probably thousands of stitches already in this sock.  and to be honest a very small few in comparison are incorrect.  Yet- to me they stand out.  BOLD.   Instead of seeing the thousands of RIGHT stitches.. I focus on the ten’s (maybe) of wrong ones.  I nearly ripped them out to start over.

Instead, I put it on my foot, not because I wanted to- but because some wise soul suggested, that before I rip them out, I should put them on and have another look.  I was shocked.  From that distance,  from that angle-  I could suddenly see the pattern.  IT WAS THERE afterall!  Sure, the mis-crossed stitches were still there… but the overall pattern, now caught my eye.

There is something bigger in this pair of socks than a few crossed stitches.  There is my ability to choose to gain perspective on my mistakes, and allow my eyes to be refocused. To see the bigger picture.  In life- this is not always my first instinct- not towards myself- or towards others.  My instinct is to be critical, and allow the few mistakes to distort my view of both myself and others.  Sometimes this is wise and necessary.And sometimes, I “rip” a perfectly good person (most often myself)  because all I focus on is faults or mis-crossed stitches.

My eyes may have issues…. but it isn’t a doctor I think I need… I think it’s a change of perspective…. and the only way MY perspective is changed, is through the one who always sees things with truth and grace.  I think I’ll be asking Him for help.

“Dear Lord,  my critical eye is not hidden from you, both it’s strengths and it’s weakenesses.  I ask you to help me gain perspective.. to focus on the right stitches and not the mis crossed ones…both in myself and those around me.  I ask for your wisdom and for your grace to permeate my heart and then my world— I love you lord- amen.”

Funny- somehow I think God sees much more clearly the bigger picture of who He created us to be….much more so than the mistakes we make…