The end of last week, the deputy who lives in our neighborhood stopped to tell us that, really, we should be walking on the other side of the street, against the traffic. Today was the first day I tried it.
It is amazing what a difference ten or fifteen feet makes!
Hmm, that birds’ egg blue trim is brighter than I thought it was.
Wow! Those flower beds really look great!
Yuck! That pothole sure is deep.
I saw new things, spoke to new people, on the “other” side.
It’s all a matter of perspective.
Isn’t all life like that…a matter of perspective?
Sometimes I need to look at things more closely to see what is really going on.
Why did he hit is brother? Was it a ploy for attention…or some deeper issue?
Why am I feeling so out-of-sorts? Do I need to take more me-time?
A new perspective can make a world of difference in the way I view my circumstances. The things that bug me become small potatoes; the things I need to put more attention into come into focus.
All depending on how I look at them.
And the best perspective of all is…on my knees.
My days can be fraught with stress and confusion…and I have no human sounding board to help put me back into perspective. That is when…especially…I need to turn to God to give me the perspective I need. His is always perfect.
And I learned something else as well today.
Walking in this new way this morning, I had to keep reminding myself to cross the street. I had to be diligent to avoid the old patterns. I had to keep focusing on what was new and different, what new things I was seeing instead of the familiar, the old way.
How like me in my walk as well! Keeping my eyes focused on the positive…on my Savior…makes all the difference.
Therefore, with minds that are alert and fully sober, set your hope on the grace to be brought to you when Jesus Christ is revealed at his coming. — 1 Peter 1:13