wandering sails

distraction.

the big black dog bounded down the hill, his eyes focused on the runner passing by on the road. his legs move in a big black dog rhythm, his mouth is closed for possible aerodynamic reasons, his eyes set on the goal. he will get there. he will succeed. he may attack. he may just sniff. twenty feet. fifteen. ten.

oo, what's that? his legs stop faster than his head. nose is in the grass. new focus. the runner passes by with a glance.

what is my purpose, my goal? what is it that will steal my attention. what will i see as i'm running that i will notice, but not lose focus? what will i stop to look at that changes my focus? what has made my focus shift? because i feel like i have one eye on the original focus and one that wanders. i have spastic eyes. do they make glasses for that?

'therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. let us fix our eyes on jesus, the author & perfector of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, & sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary & lose heart.' hebrews 12:1-3

posted by julie @ 10:33 AM