Several years ago, I scribbled this quote from a George Herbert poem in my journal:
“And praise Him who did make and mend our eyes.”
Over the years, I’ve learned to hold more loosely to what I *think*, in my limited perspective, God’s vision may be. I feel more ready to say, with George Herbert, “You do make and *mend* my eyes.”
I don’t trust my eyesight, more than I trust His leadership — even about the things for which I am most thoughtful, most studied.
But: I don’t stop asking Him for vision.
We need vision, friends. And sometimes we need to let our vision (that we thought was from Him) die to see His, for us.