Wipe away all the fog on your window.

My focus is away from God, and my soul feels like it’s looking through a pair of glasses with the wrong prescription. Everything is cloudy, I can’t feel a thing, it’s all numb. It’s so easy to look away, God. To be caught up in this whitewater rafting experience. I just hope You know that I know that I need You, and I don’t want it without You, and that I can recognize smudged glasses, cars with their headlights off, etc. Anyway, You just know that.

Thanks for creating me, also. It means something.

Doesn’t it.