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Scratched Lens: Perception is Reality But It Isn't The Truth





Sounds like a tongue twister.  You know, "How much wood would a wood chuck chuck..."

Last night over grilling supper, a super discussion came up regarding perception of the past and how it drives our actions today. 

 Is it a choice to change or not live by our perceptions?  

As families we grow up with multiple perceptions, lens or perceptual memory.  Our family roles grow out of these central beliefs.  

So are we stuck with them?  Are we prisoners to their drive and pull?  Do we have the choice to believe or not believe?

It reminded me of the Circle of Security training in which the presenter encouraged us to simply not believe those lens that we will probably have our entire lives.  

For me, as a believer, taking my perceptions and holding them under the light of His Word which I believe is truth gives me the right focus to live my life.

Just like the scratch on my glasses' lens right now.  A long scratch cuts across my left eye and everything I see has this line through it.  

I can believe that everything has a line through it or simply remind myself that the line is in the lens and not in everything else. 

I can choose to believe the lenses or believe the truth.

 My choice.









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