Rose Colored Glasses

I am pretty sure I was born wearing them.  Seems to me I’ve always looked at the world through rose colored glasses.  If you have as well, you know what I mean.  Isn’t it lovely?  Four or so years back I took them off.  Talk about rude awakening! What was I thinking?

Looking back, realized, like many others, I had a great deal of adversity throughout my childhood. I believe the rosy outlook I maintained was, in a way, a gift. I always saw things in a different light.  I saw the possibilities in everything – all my life, and unknowingly skated through the painful situations I didn’t understand, or even get they were problems at that time.  Some refer to that as the ‘white picket fence’ world.  Well perhaps it is, and I liked living in it. 

From the time I was a young girl, around the age of 4, I felt another presence in my life.  I grew to know and understand it was God.  I truly felt protected by Jesus and at a very young age somehow knew that.  Those glasses I looked through were the very thing that sustained much of my enthusiasm for life.  Though not always following this divine protection, making poor choices, and living with wreckless abandon for many years, I always knew and felt this amazing love and protection. 

I took the glasses off and faced reality.  This was not pretty.  Well, throughout this period – I have grown, matured (sort of) and grasped, through the gift of wisdom, the very things I will refer to as my ‘mess’. 

Through many teachings, along with amazing people God continues to place in my path, I’ve heard, learned, and believe, how we can make our mess, our message.  The mess is worked out for the most part, and isn’t it true, we are all a continuous work in progress. I cherish the journey and thank the Lord for his wisdom and convictions. 

Though the glasses are off, they remain in my pocket – as a reminder of how they got there in the first place.  Besides, I really do prefer living in The Light.