Resolution

Not that kind.  Not the kind you're thinking of.  Not the kind that we list and vow and test and break at this time of year. 

When something is resolved, it's finished, done.  Happy new year or no, I'm far from resolved.

No, I mean this kind:

"[T]he process or capability of making distinguishable the individual parts of an object, closely adjacent optical images, or sources of light." (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/resolution)

Like your camera or your computer screen when the picture is clear.  I want a clearer image. Less blurred.  Better resolution.

I have trouble with boundaries. Somewhere along the way I failed to learn how to distinguish individual, closely adjacent sources of light.  Too much overlap.  You or me?  I'm not altogether sure.

Even on the inside the closely adjacent sources of light get muddled.  You or me?  Wisdom or ego?  Spirit or flesh?

Back to Romans 8:

"To set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace." (verse 6)

So it matters.  Death isn't life and peace.  If I can't distinguish, maybe my mind is set on the wrong thing -- "wrong" because it's killing me and keeping me from life and peace, which are my inheritance.  And yours too.  That's the picture I want to be able to see.

Sometimes my life goes by in a blur of activity, people, things.  I'm upgrading to a higher resolution.  I want to see more clearly.  I want to be more clearly seen.