Focus

fo·cus, (f k s) 5 a : a center of activity, attraction, or attention b : a point of concentration

"Look to the end of the street, you know what you have to do!" the little voice reminded.

"But, little voice, my world is out of control, it spins all around, I am confused?"

"Keep walking, just keep walking toward Me," the voice encouraged.

"Okay, one step at a time, I'll try, but, if I stumble, will You help me to stand?"

"Of course, haven't I always?" came the sure reply

"I know, but sometimes I forget." I sighed.

"Lift up your head, look at Me, come forward, I'm with you all the way."

Assured, I resolutely stepped forward onto the sun lit street. The street was lined with buildings of numerous shapes and sizes, its edges were cluttered with trash along its way; soda bottles of depression, candy wrappings of insecurity and last weeks bills of guilt.

"Pick it up and throw it away." the voice gently said.

"Okay. But wow, it's heavy! " I whined, as I yanked and grunted trying to dislodge the litter. Not budging, it seemed as if rooted?

"Move over, let me help." the willing voice offered.

Together we tugged, the litter came lose, and jointly we hoisted the debris into the trashcan of fire. Satisfied and smiling, I continued my journey down the street. Suddenly a window on the left sprang open, the voices of deceit, vanity and pride called forth, "Hey you, pretty one! Look up here! You did it yourself ya know, you did it alone."

"I did?" my original voice answered. "Could it be I just imagined the other set of hands?"

With doubt filled thoughts, I unsteadily plodded the street, only glancing haphazardly to its end. The street became narrower and more winding the further I trekked. Confused and befuddled, the voice of accusation shouted. "You have lost your way, you stagger like a drunk!"

"No!!" answered my voice of promise, "She has not lost her way, for her compass stands true. She has accepted the gift offered, and stands strong in the armor strapped on!"

Again my eyes focused steadfast to the end of the street, this time a mansion was seen in the distance. Its majesty gleamed in the dazzling sunlight, it beckoned, calling a promise of peace, love, contentment and joy. From its windows streamed the glory of loved ones long gone. Upon its steps was a Man whose face shone like the sun, his clothing as white as the light that surrounded him. He spoke in truth, "Lynn listen to my voice; I know you, and you will follow me. Take a new grip with your tired hands and stand firm on your shaky legs. Mark out a straight path for your feet. Do this by keeping your eyes on Me, on whom Your faith depends from start to finish."

Refreshed and renewed I daily step forward in faith continuing my journey, fixing my eyes upon Jesus.

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