I am so far from perfect.
I went to bed last night, made aware (again and keenly) of my imperfections as a father, as a brother, as a man, and as a mission board chairman.
I got up this morning…with my condition unchanged.
Then I read this:
“For the law made nothing perfect, but the bringing in of a better hope did; by the which we draw nigh unto God” (Hebrews 7:19).
My condition remains the same. But my focus is slightly different. So I need to keep changing my focus back to what it ought to be.
Changing my focus. Changing, changing, changing. Until the fuzziness is gone. Until my vision is clear and sharp.
Of Him. The One on Whom I need to hope (ie depend).