Sometimes I need mine to change. It’s odd, because I know the issues, those things that I’m stuck on, that dry up my joy and ignite negativity in me.
If left alone, they almost become a part of me as I think about them. On a loop they play over and over in my mind.
This morning on my walk, I was asking God to help me change my perspective on a certain issue before I ‘m compelled to change. Because I don’t want to wait until I’m compelled. Do you know what I mean by being compelled?
It’s like this…
A woman who looks in the mirror every morning and berates her body for all the things she sees wrong until one day a cancer diagnosis comes in. Suddenly her body is her greatest treasure and she sees in that mirror the beauty and the blessing. She is compelled and just-like-that her perspective changes.
Or the man who dreads his job, hates it every day to the point that is sours his life. Until one day he loses his job and suddenly he misses the security of the paycheck and the productivity that comes with a job well done. He is compelled and just-like-that his perspective changes.
Or the couple who’ve been married for years and fallen into backbiting and criticizing each other. They live in a cloud of annoyance until one day one of them is taken early and the other is left alone. Suddenly the aggravating habits become endearing and the ache of regret consumes. The one left is compelled and just-like-that the perspective changes.
This makes me think…
Makes me wonder…what would the circumstance be that would compel me to have a change of perspective? I think through a scenario and feel myself tense. One foot in front of the other, and I’m certain there’s a crack in that stone-hard place in my soul.
And I see clear the what has dried up the living water…
” Father, I’m sorry for stubbornness and pride that keep me from showing love”. As I round the last corner home, I’m sure I feel it…the beautiful wellspring of joy that I can’t live without.
Thoughts are powerful aren’t they?
~Sending you love today my friends~