I thought my little friend was walking in mud. But then, there would be not one but two, and even these eyes knew that wasn’t right.  I prayed the image would turn out. I so wanted to see what I saw. And there it was. Only one bird. Not mud but water.  What I thought was grass and mud was in fact the water’s reflection of the bank behind the bird. I did, in fact, not truly see what I saw. And then the whisper. How often do I not see another but the reflection of their past? How often do I see life walking in mud and not see water so placid and still reflecting beauty? I prayed for the image to appear clear so I could see what I saw…and it did. Now, I ponder, the clarity given, will I allow it change what I see?