It's all about perspective. At least most days it seems to be. How easily we can twist words or actions to mean something they do not. Why are we so easy to assume ill will? Why do we often want to play the victim or the ohh boohoo me?
He is a tall man, I guess kinda scary man depending on who you ask but he is my dad none the less. His life was not an easy one but you won't ever hear him complain. Just like everyone else he has his struggles and faults. My perspective was that he didn't love me. How could he? He never really told me he did. My perspective was I wasn't good enough. How could I be? He was always telling me all the areas I needed improving in. Due to my perspective I chose not to be respectful I chose not to honor him. To this day it is one of my deepest regrets. I let things like a silly worlds perspective get in my way of obeying a command. A command from my heavenly father.
Isn't it so easy to blame? He could do the same, never hearing I love you from his own father. Plus what was he to do with four daughters. All of us blossoming into young ladies in front of his eyes knowing someday some man would come and take us away. How does any man really know what to do at that stage lest he was taught? But there we go again playing the blame game. It's easier to be the victim the one who was wronged. But to change your perspective, to have a perspective that of the Heavenly Father now that takes work.
I'll never forget the day my father told someone he was proud of me. I knew it all along but somehow those words sounded so sweet. I took a look back at my life and remembered all the things he had done for me that said I Love You, though he seldom said the words. All the times of coming to my games at school, pitching the ball to me. Taking us on vacations and teaching us to play games. Always jumping every wave that came our way in the ocean with us. Fixing our car and of course filling our gas tank. Shoveling my driveway while King Los had to work. So many times at the kitchen table trying his hardest to have conversations he didn't know how to have. You see it really is all about perspective. God's perspective. He sees the heart. My Dad has always loved me and always will though we may never agree on somethings. I am determined to try and see people from God's perspective. One of love one of graciousness!
He is a tall man, I guess kinda scary man depending on who you ask but he is my dad none the less. His life was not an easy one but you won't ever hear him complain. Just like everyone else he has his struggles and faults. My perspective was that he didn't love me. How could he? He never really told me he did. My perspective was I wasn't good enough. How could I be? He was always telling me all the areas I needed improving in. Due to my perspective I chose not to be respectful I chose not to honor him. To this day it is one of my deepest regrets. I let things like a silly worlds perspective get in my way of obeying a command. A command from my heavenly father.
Isn't it so easy to blame? He could do the same, never hearing I love you from his own father. Plus what was he to do with four daughters. All of us blossoming into young ladies in front of his eyes knowing someday some man would come and take us away. How does any man really know what to do at that stage lest he was taught? But there we go again playing the blame game. It's easier to be the victim the one who was wronged. But to change your perspective, to have a perspective that of the Heavenly Father now that takes work.
I'll never forget the day my father told someone he was proud of me. I knew it all along but somehow those words sounded so sweet. I took a look back at my life and remembered all the things he had done for me that said I Love You, though he seldom said the words. All the times of coming to my games at school, pitching the ball to me. Taking us on vacations and teaching us to play games. Always jumping every wave that came our way in the ocean with us. Fixing our car and of course filling our gas tank. Shoveling my driveway while King Los had to work. So many times at the kitchen table trying his hardest to have conversations he didn't know how to have. You see it really is all about perspective. God's perspective. He sees the heart. My Dad has always loved me and always will though we may never agree on somethings. I am determined to try and see people from God's perspective. One of love one of graciousness!
1 comment:
Perspective truly is key!
What a blessing though, that the Lord has opened your eyes to his ways of showing love, that you may enjoy them and reciprocate! :)
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