Five Minute Fridays: Perspective
It's way past bed time and I sit staring at a computer screen, fuming from the day. The trials, the relational dynamics of dealing with people all day, hurting people, people all scrambling and desperate--like drowning victims, pulling down anyone else around them.
Night is my time to come up for air, to grasp at a bigger picture and catch the eagles eye view.
This day was hard in more ways than one, relationally, emotionally, mentally, anything-ally......
There is food in my fridge.
There is gas in my car (of which we have two.)
There are comfortable beds and nice furnishings.
There are people who love me and who I love, lots of people who I love--most of whom I get to see everyday.
And I can't help but think that the rest of it, these first-world-problems....are nothing compared to those who are going to bed hungry, without hope, without help, without Him.
And while comparisons aren't the best judge of the whose-problem-is-bigger game, I know I'd lose.
Theirs are bigger.
For just an instant, I lose perspective to a pity party...and then I regain it, thankful, grateful, humble. I breathe out and imagine all the bad going out with it.
And when I breathe in, I savor it.
Today I am alive. I am loved.
And from my perch up here, that seems to be enough.