For Thanksgiving this year, I want to talk about perspective. My usual post for Thanksgiving is something where I talk about the things I am grateful for, but this year I have a different attitude and approach about life.
Every human views the world a certain way.
We have our own lens.
It shapes our personality, thoughts, actions, beliefs and choices.
Perspective is altered when life is shattered, adjusted or refined.
Over the past year, my perspective on life has certainly changed. As I think back about the things that I would normally be writing about and the ways that I am thankful, I instead think about every single day. Every day is composed of 24 hours. You don't get more than 24 hours in a day. I would love more than 24 hours, but that isn't possible.
I'm learning the way you spend your 24 hours every day is the way you spend your days, which is the way you spend your weeks, which is the way you spend your months, which is the way you spend your years and which is ultimately the way you spend your LIFE. Remember the word PERSPECTIVE? It's been really messing me up lately. Why? Because when I think of a heart that is filled with gratitude, my heart is full of perspective.
The things that once mattered, don't anymore. The things that do, the world does not place value on. I place value on relationships with people and my relationship with Jesus. PERIOD. END of story. It's interesting how our culture places value on things that will perish one day. I don't think it's wrong to enjoy this life here and now, but it's so easy to get caught up in this life, that we forget what is waiting for us. We can get so tangled in it, that we almost forget people on the other side of the world do not enjoy the daily freedoms we do and ultimately lose their lives fighting to live.
I think of friends who have children battling cancer. I think of people losing their lives for freedom to express their faith. My heart sinks for the elderly woman who sits alone because her children have resented her for past mistakes or the orphan child who sits without a home. PEOPLE matter. Everyone gets a second chance. A third or a fourth. A do-over. People's stories become our stories. They can be engrafted back into a Kingdom, with a God who does do-overs. Over the past year, I have had the privilege and opportunity to watch grace be extended, to see others extend kindness, witness medical miracles and see how broken lives are restored. It's amazing to be a part of something bigger than yourself. My husband and I are watching as God en-grafts people back into his family that were once broken, distant, angry and hopeless. He takes all the messy shattered pieces of glass from their lives and makes them beautiful. He takes the pieces and makes them whole. He's not just doing it with the people we have the privilege of serving, loving and being part of a community with, He's doing it with us. He's taking our brokenness and trading it for something beautiful. Sorry, you can't pick that up on sale at Target during a Black Friday special. It just won't happen. These things can't be purchased.
How we spend our days is how we spend our lives. If we can't get our days right, then at the end of our lives, we might be disappointed with how we spent them. I certainly do not want to have any regrets. Do you? As you consider Thanksgiving and the people around you, consider perspective and what truly matters.
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for perspective and the way it has allowed me to grow in all areas of my life. I am thankful for the stories that have become part of my story and the way that I have watched messy shattered broken pieces of glass become beautiful pieces of art. I can't wait to see the stories and what happens this time next Thanksgiving!