EYES TO SEE IN THE STORM

 

Perceptions are peculiar, we each see events and hear words a  certain way when we are stressed or in trouble or have suffered trauma, as if we have to fit what we experience within a meshed grid of memories. I can't see as you see because there is a screen on my soul filtering all you do and say.

How interesting. It isn't that I like the little boxes of wire that block my view, and I don't always know when the window to my soul has been blocked off. We hear a voice, smell a certain fragrance, like bread baking, and we are back in time, a little child, comforted or not, depending on our upbringing. Memory never leaves us and can hold us drowning in unprocessed responses; be careful with words and reactions.

This is the same view without the filter, the day brighter and the scene, though still winter, isn't the dark and oppressive feel of reality confined by poor visibility. That would be the issue with continuing to react in old patterns and habits, we can't see the forest for the trees, or in this case, the trees for the frame of wire.

Trouble is we don't know when we are looking through a childhood window sill, using yesterday's emotions for today's demands; one can hardly expect  to find grace and hope in a used up pile of hurt and unmet expectation. What is one to do, then, to see clearly, listen well and love faithfully?

It begins by noticing the warped wire screen slowly sabotaging daily life and relationships. Ah, to be free of  patterns of relating and old ways of knowing and allow the grace and mercy of God to inform and transform me.

Do you have anything you need to see in a new light?

Medicine from Sacred Scripture:

"I am making everything new." 

Revelation 21:5