It’s all just a matter of perspective.
My 19 month old who never gives me a single moment of peace and won’t let me out of his sight.
A love for his mama that knows no bounds.
It’s all just a matter of perspective.
Glass door covered once again with grubby little fingerprints.
Three year old staring outside, counting down the hours until his daddy’s ‘cation (spring break).
It’s all just a matter of perspective.
Too much work to do and not nearly enough hours in the day. Being pulled in too many directions.
The blessing of vocation. Helping my family get by. Never feeling bored.
It’s all just a matter of perspective.
A sick boy crying all afternoon and refusing to nap.
A loving doctor who gets us in fast. A boy whose main concern is why his “brubba” didn’t get to come with him to the doctor. Smiles in spite of it all.
It’s all just a matter of perspective.
A farmhouse that sits empty with no Grandpa or Grandma anymore.
A gathering place for family to return to, remember the treasured moments of the past, and look forward to a reunion in heaven.
It’s all just a matter of perspective.
Numbers 13-14
Fortified cities, powerful people, towering giants, flashing swords, imminent death.
Flowing milk and honey, exceedingly good land, protective God leading the way.
It’s all just a matter of perspective…
Or is it? Maybe it’s so much more. Maybe it’s not about how we are looking at things, but WHO we are looking at.
Blazing our own path, trusting our own swords and pocketbooks, looking within.
Waiting for Him to lead, believing that He is LORD and Savior, looking up.
IT’S ALL JUST A MATTER OF FAITH.
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