Blinded

I woke up in a great mood this morning. Why? Because I was leaving the house to have breakfast with an amazing friend. Just the two of us, sans screaming and whining children. Complete bliss.

I was so anxious to get to the restaurant that I decided to forgo the "scraping of the windshield" part of going anywhere if you live in Wisconsin. After all, I could technically see. And besides, the beautiful ice crystals that danced across my line of vision were very pretty.

All was well for 75% of my drive. Then I turned left, right into the path of the sun.

Uh oh.

I couldn't see *anything*. Nothing. Just a brilliantly bright light.

Thankfully there was a side road directly to my left. Truly, I wouldn't have been able to go any further if it hadn't been there. I immediately realized why people scrape their windshields before driving. Apparently it only took me 16 years to learn that lesson.

So I made it to my breakfast by parking in the lot adjacent to that side street, in the opposite direction of the morning sun. I hurried to meet my friend and had a fantastic time catching up with her and sharing how God was moving in our lives.

I told her about my morning journey, and she laughed. "There is a parable in there somewhere," she said (proving once again why I just adore her.)

She was totally right. How many times in my life have I allowed myself a thin veil of the world? After all, I can still see God through it, can't I walk that fine line?

No, I can't. Because time after time I've seen that allowing the shadow blinds me to the perfection of His light.

Yes, it takes extra time. I have to make time to read the Bible every day, I have to remind myself to be in prayer. But dedicating those sections of my day to Him keeps my vision clear and my paths straight.

It's so worth it.