Glasses Do Not Always Correct My Vision

I'm the kind of person who remembers certain "times gone by" differently than they really happened. 

I also tend to think that things will be different (read: better) when we get to a new circumstance.  We've moved a lot in the last eleven and a half years. 

Why do I wear these odd, rose-colored glasses?  I don't even like to wear glasses.  And this particular pair causes so many troubles...most having to do with vision, ironically enough.

I look to the past and long for "that" peace (which I am embellishing a little, at least).  I long for the cleaner house (that I think is really just in my imagination).  I long for less stuff (this is for real, though...three kids later and you have more stuff). 

I look to the future and see everything finally having a place (I mean, everything has a place now, but it's just not the right place...).  I see dust-free floors and shelves (um, it's just a new house around the corner, not the restoration and perfection of all creation).  I see kids who finally pick up after themselves (oh, this involves me teaching them to do that, as well as modeling that behavior). 

Here's a new vision...a life of contentment.  Regardless of circumstance.  I'm not trying to sound hokie, either.  I mean it.  That is a legacy worth leaving your children. 

Although picking up after themselves is good too.