I think I need to learn to be myopic.  I guess from some perspectives, that might sound like a bad thing.  “Short-sighted” is not usually something said as a compliment.  Yet, I’m learning that there is benefit in only seeing what immediately surrounds you.  ‘Cause you can’t tell if the grass is greener on the other side of the fence if you can’t see the grass.  I need to not be seeing any grass but my own.  I need to realize that it doesn’t matter what someone else’s life looks like, because God didn’t call me to be someone else.

I won’t say that there aren’t good examples out there to learn from, but somehow, instead of gleaning, I tend to pile condemnation on myself and end up feeling pretty hopeless about my meager attempts to succeed at life.  So, for now, I need to just focus on what’s going on inside this house and this family.  After all, it’s not like I need to look at someone else to see areas that need improvement.  And maybe by not looking at others, I can filter out the “very necessary” from the “that would be nice”.  Maybe I can decide how life should look based on who we are instead of who someone else is.  Maybe I can start seeing the good, unique, and gifted aspects of who we are and realize those can (and should!) be different from what someone else can claim.  I guess we’ll see.