I think I heard this on the news this week – this new name for winter – Spr-inter; since Mother Nature can’t seem to decide which season we are in!
Earlier this month marked 6 years since I was diagnosed with non-anterior ischemic optic neuropathy. This photo reflects what I see the majority of the time – not total darkness, but a world of blurriness.
The words in vs 4 of Psalm 23 comfort me through moments of grief I am especially feeling the unexpected loss of clear vision – Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
In plain sight 