Perspective

The Gypsy Mama

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Give me your best 5 minutes on: Perspective

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Perspective comes from change and withchange.

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The birth of a child. The death of a spouse. The loss of a job. On and on…..different things for each of us.

Looking at life in a different way. Realizing that I am not the center of the universe.

Knowing that the “big” things, really aren’t all that big….and the small things are more significant than I ever could have imagined.

Enjoying the good. Knowing it is a gift. Enduring the bad…knowing that it will not last forever.

Smiling more. Laughing more. Hoping more. Loving more.

Learning to just breathe.

Allowing God’s sovereignty to reign in my life.

Taking it all, one day at time.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10  NIV

 

Only A Short Time To Live

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I’m currently watching a movie about a young man that found out he had terminal/stage 4 cancer. In the movie he takes off on his motorcycle, on a journey of self discovery across his homeland of Canada, seeing things through new eyes. It’s the knowing that he is dying that causes him to really live…to truly see. To appreciate.

His perspective changed.

What would I do if I was told I only had a few months left to live?  This question makes for a good movie plot, and allows for me to view some gorgeous scenery while watching this man’s trek across the country…..but, the truth is….

for all of us, it is the change of attitude that causes the change in action.

What are the things that are important to us? Are we thankful for what we have? Or do we take what we have for granted? Who do we thank for this day? This moment? This life?

Do you believe that your life is just a cosmic experiment, and therefore your life is not really important in the big scheme of things? That you are here and then you are gone? That death is final?

Or do you know that you were fearfully and wonderfully made, by God that loves you? He that knows every hair on your head? That understands your motives? That catches all your tears? That sees and knows your heart better than you know yourself?

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14 NIV

It depends on your perspective…in how you choose to live your life.

None of us is promised tomorrow. Oh, we like to think we have 80 or more years on this earth. That we will die peacefully in our sleep. That we have all the time in the world to….live.

Not true.

The doctor gives the diagnosis. The other car crosses the center line. The heart stops. The brain ceases thinking. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The accident happens. Not waking up.

We are all terminal.

God tells us not to worry about tomorrow, not to live in fear, but to remember that our lives on this earth are like a vapor.

A mist. A swirling mist that is seen in the early morning, soon dissipating with the rising of the sun.

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4:14  NIV

My life is for a purpose. I am here for a purpose…and so are you.

God chose each of us. There are no mistakes with Him. He is not caught off guard by surprises.You are no surprise.

May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope, encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word. 2 Thessalonians 2: 16-17  NIV

That changes perspective, doesn’t it?

Although it is good, in my opinion, for each person to take stock of their life, to explore new and exciting things, to change what we need to change, to check off the wishes on the “bucket list” ….. it is equally important to be grateful for the life that we have.

This is the life we were gifted with.

I don’t need to travel the world, to see the sights, to know…

that God infuses wonder in each moment.

Whether a person lives only one hour on this earth, or lives to be one hundred years old…in the scope of eternity, it is all a short time.

So with you: Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. John 16:22 NIV

Life Is Messy

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Things happen.

Plans change.

Life is messy.

AND SOMETIMES THE COMPUTER ONLY LEAVES THE FIRST THREE LINES OF YOUR POST AND SENDS THE REST OF IT OUT INTO CYPERSPACE SOMEWHERE!!!

I suppose I should take this as a sign that you were only meant to read the first three lines of my blog post and that is it.

So be it.

Everyone, have a wonderful Friday…and I hope that my deeply profound blog post for today has touched you.

It’s all about perspective after all.

Amen.

So Many Times, I Am A Brick

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If you noticed my post from yesterday, you saw that I was frustrated and angry over losing my hard work. I was not enjoying my lap top. At all.

I look back at the incident and have to laugh. My post from yesterday was going to be on perspective. Isn’t that funny? I thought I could write something worthwhile on perspective, and when I lost my post to cyberspace… I lost my temper. Not a very good perspective, huh?

I have a feeling I am not the only one that has those type of moments.

I wish I had it all together. Oh, how I wish! But…I don’t. I admit it.

I am trying to work on perspective. Two steps forward and one step back. That is the way it always seems to work out. Life is all about the lessons, isn’t it? What does God want me to learn today? Am I malleable in the Potter’s hand? Or am I stubborn and hard like a brick? Can he gently smooth  my rough edges, or does He need to hammer away at me, until I soften?

Sigh. So many times I am a brick.

I am so grateful that God is patient with me. He is compassionate to me and forgives me, my human frailties.

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new EVERY morning; great is Your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

 

Really, Real Housewives

The Real Housewives of New York City

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I had a blogging buddy recently post about the show, Real Housewives. She can’t stand it. The other day, I saw some favorite news anchors talking about Kelsey Grammer‘s “real housewife” and the couple’s imminent divorce. Now, that’s some reality for ya. I’ve only caught the show when surfing the cable channels. If this insane display is reality than I must be living in la-la land…and quite happy to be there!

Here is my take on REAL housewives. I have some life experience in this department.  This could get gritty, but if you are interested in REALLY, REAL housewives than buckle up and hang on tight. Here goes…

REAL HOUSEWIVES:

1. Love their husbands…they don’t just use their husbands. They care about what he thinks, how he feels. They see each other on a regular basis because they LIKE each other. This doesn’t happen on reality TV.

2. They get up with their sick children. Hold puke buckets. Or hold their hair while they throw up in the toilet. They clean up the vomit that doesn’t make it to the toilet. They rock their children. They hold their hands. They rub their backs. They sit with them. They sing to them. They pray for them. They love them.

3. Have jobs that are never done. Some wives work outside the home. Some don’t. Both are valid. I have yet to meet a housewife or mom that sits by the pool on a daily basis, sipping drinks with umbrellas in them while making calls to her manicurist or pet groomer.

4. Wear jeans or khakis on most days. Yoga or sweat pants are also an option. Most don’t shop at fru-fru boutiques, or spend $5,000 on a dress just to go out to lunch with their peeps.Most women aren’t runway models, and even if they were, hopefully they’d have enough common sense to realize that they’d be just as pretty in jeans and a T-shirt.

5. Are so busy that they can’t remember their own names, much less schedule “girl time” at a swanky restaurant, where they’ve have to drop a grand for food that would barely feed a mouse.  Then while eating, talking about each other and talking behind the back of whoever isn’t at the lunch. Really, real housewives have their family and friends backs ’cause that’s how we roll.

6. Don’t have “procedures” done to their bodies. Most, are just stuck with whatever God gave ’em. Stomach a little flabby after having babies? Buy a workout video at WalMart. Getting some gray hair? Have it dyed—salon, or at home. Whichever works. Crows feet? Dab on extra eye creme. Need whiter teeth? Change toothpaste.  It’s called the real world.

7. Live out of their mini van. This is obvious from the empty coffee cups, stale french fries in the back seat cushions, and soccer shoes that slide around on the floor. Really, real housewives don’t have chauffeurs, they ARE the chauffeurs.

8. Cook meals for the family…and not just for show. Real home made food. That tastes good. Foods whose names can be pronounced correctly, even if one isn’t French.

9. Go grocery shopping. Do price comparisons. Buy store brands. Aren’t afraid of discount stores.

10. Will never know fame or fortune…and they are okay with that. They are smart enough to know that the most important things in life can’t be bought…not even if one is a reality TV star.