Adjust Your Lens
A Work in Progress...
While we breathe, we are each a work in progress.
What if the work in progress has been remembering that the Author is still writing?
Over time, something began to shift. I noticed that God never seemed nearly as concerned about my unfinished places as I was.
I was the one demanding completion. The King seemed content to walk with me. One glimmer at a time. One breadcrumb at a time. One landing at a time.
I was the one asking for certainty. The King kept inviting me to trust Him with the next step.
Paul writes:
“For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work among you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.”
— Philippians 1:6 NASB
And in The Passion Translation:
“I pray with great faith for you, because I am fully convinced that the One who began this glorious work in you will faithfully continue the process of maturing you and will put His finishing touches to it until the unveiling of our Lord Jesus Christ!”
— Philippians 1:6 TPT
For years I focused on the finish line. Now I find myself drawn somewhere else.
The Faithful One. The One who continues. The One who never stops writing.
The older I get, the more grateful I become for His gentleness. He gives enough Light for Today’s landing.
Tomorrow… Another glimmer. Another breadcrumb. Another invitation to trust.
I think grace may be bigger than I once understood. For many years I primarily thought of grace as forgiveness. (It certainly includes forgiveness.)
Now I wonder if grace is also God’s kindness in unveiling truth. Grace is enough Light for Today’s step. Grace is another glimmer. Grace is The KING’s wisdom in knowing exactly how much Light I am ready to steward today.
I am so very grateful He does not reveal everything all at once.
Instead… He simply gently reveals one Glimmer. Then another. Then another. Because He is kind.
That realization changed the way I began to see growth.
Growth no longer felt like climbing a ladder.
It felt like walking a mountain.
Every landing revealed another view.
Every landing allowed me to notice treasures I had walked past before.
Not because they had just appeared.
Because I had reached another place from which I could finally see them.
Sometimes I picture those elaborate steampunk glasses with multiple rotating lenses.
Each lens reveals something different.
Some are clear.
Some are tinted.
Some have become slimed over time.
The Light never changes.
The lenses simply continue learning to align.
That became important because I realized the slime rarely attaches itself to complete falsehood.
It usually attaches itself to a glimmer of truth.
A child learns,
“My choices matter.”
Then slime whispers,
“Everything is my fault.”
A child learns,
“I have influence.”
Then slime whispers,
“I am the problem.”
The truth remains.
The glimmer remains.
The Light continues shining.
Looking back, I can now see this pattern in my own life.
When Holy Spirit spoke to my heart,
“You are angry with Me.”
I genuinely disagreed.
As far as I knew, I was not angry with God.
Then He reminded me about Little.
Suddenly another glimmer appeared.
Not something new.
Something that had been there all along.
The more I reflect on that moment, the more it reminds me of Emmaus.
Jesus walked beside the disciples before they recognized Him.
The miracle was not His arrival.
The miracle was that their eyes were opened.
I am beginning to wonder how often that pattern appears in our own stories.
The treasure was there.
I simply did not see it yet.
The gift was there.
I simply did not see it yet.
The invitation was there.
I simply did not see it yet.
Jesus was there.
I simply did not see Him yet.
Seeing does not create truth.
Seeing reveals more of what has always been true.
Visibility revealed the story was incomplete.
— Stella 1:3 🧭
That realization has become deeply comforting.
Every new awareness is another glimmer.
Every glimmer is another invitation.
Every invitation reminds me…
The Builder is still building.
The unveiling is still unfolding.
The Author is still writing.
The psalmist writes,
“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
— Psalm 119:105 NASB
And in The Passion Translation:
“Truth’s shining light guides me in my choices and decisions; the revelation of your Word makes my pathway clear.”
— Psalm 119:105 TPT
The psalm never promises a floodlight.
It promises a lamp.
Enough Light for today’s landing.
Enough Light for today’s breadcrumb.
Enough Light for today’s glimmer.
Perhaps maturity is remembering that the Author is still writing.
Available for another breadcrumb.
Available for another glimmer.
Available for another landing.
Available for more Light.
Because while we breathe…
We are each a work in progress.
Not because God is disappointed with us.
Because God is not finished with us.
Every glimmer reveals another glimpse of His faithfulness.
And while we have breath…
The Author is still writing.
Every journey begins somewhere.
For many people, one of the simplest places to begin practicing this way of seeing is with money.
Not because money is the destination.
Because it gives us a tangible place to practice noticing what has been there all along.
If you would like to begin adjusting your lens in a practical way, I would love to invite you to the next Money Clarity Reset Challenge.
We will practice seeing together. One glimmer at a time.