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VISUAL IMPERFECTIONS



In the process of conception of dreams, the point of fertilization is most vital; the rooting together of the basic elements that add flavor to our life aspirations. However, birth in itself isn’t defined solely by fertilization. A host of other factors contribute to the making of our dreams and realization of our visions- and as the process becomes more and more elongated, focus diminishes in a progressive fashion, almost perfectly plotted against time.
Even when all we have is relatively insignificant- especially in our own eyes and when it seems to be totally irrelevant to our obvious needs; let us place our trust in the Lord to lead our steps and to guide our paths.
We could ask, why exactly did the widow (1 Kings4) have a jar of oil? It seemed conspicuously irrelevant to her and not until Elisha pointed her to it did she know the inherent potential of that jar of oil.
In life, it becomes very easy after a while to lose respect for our special capabilities, for our talents, our hopes and dreams. We begin to then tread primrose paths which in themselves lead nowhere. After a while, we are all but lost in the fog of time and the only thing that can bring us out of that misty gathering is a re-awakening…a re-pointer to whom we are and what we have.
Some of us might be short-sighted, some long-sighted, some astigmatic; but at those moments when it seems really really easy to throw away the dreams of yesterday in the thrash can of today; let us remember: Yesterday’s pot of oil might have been sent to deliver us from the debts of today.
Respect your dreams; they define you!


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