Sunday Huddle

Perspective by Lisa Bull

Perspective: the ability to understand what is important and what isn’t.

It had been a pretty normal day. I woke up kinda grumpy. Tired. Cold. It was dark. I wanted to stay in bed and hide. But, I drug myself out of bed and started the day. My husband was sick, so he was staying home. For a minute I wished I was sick too so I could stay home. (Truth).

I got on the internet and scrolled through all the moanings and groanings of different people—both the famous and the not-so-famous. I giggled at a few jokes. I finally drug myself off the chair (I drag my body around a lot.) My hair needed to be washed, but I ignored that fact and dealt with the mess as best I could. Make-up was not covering the bags under my eyes. With a sigh, I put everything away, turned out the lights and headed out the door.

It was still dark. I hated going to work in the dark—and the cold—did I say the dark? I did get a close parking place, so that was good. The steps to my office seemed too steep, my office seemed too cold, I had to go make coffee…I sighed again. Life seemed so monotonous. As fresh water filled the coffee pot, I wondered what the day held. Through my rose colored glasses (sarcasm) I envisioned a day filled with cranky customers, office tension and who knew what other pleasantries.

Dragging back to my office (see?) I started the coffee and sat down to work. Soon the customer complaints started streaming in. Tension? Yes. I was tired. I was cranky. I didn’t want to be at work. I didn’t want to hear any more about life being unfair, he said/she said, blah blah blah….

Just. STOP.

And, then—then—

There was a shooting. People were killed. Christians? Killed for their faith? Young people. Students. Teachers. Souls sent into eternity. Wait. What? And, the world stopped spinning. Again. Another time. More heartbreak.

Perspective.

Does it really matter that my hair has some weird curls? I’m alive.

Does it matter that I didn’t sleep well last night? I’m alive.

Does it matter that she gave me a dirty look? I’m alive.

Does it matter that they are driving too slowly? I’m alive.

Does it matter that I hit every red light? I’m alive.

Does it matter that your boss drives you crazy? You’re alive.

Does it matter that your house if filthy? You’re alive.

Does it matter that your husband was late? He’s alive.

Does it matter that your kids are arguing? They’re alive…

What is important? Why do we care so much about the small stuff that we allow it to ruin our day, our week, our month, and our lives? Personally, I think Satan just sits back and laughs his head off at us. He has found that distraction is a powerful tool. He distracts us with all the little pieces of junk and we allow them to fester and grow until they become cancers inside of us. And, generally, they really don’t matter.

What’s important?

ETERNITY

Does whatever we are so upset about have eternal value? Is it going to matter in eternity? In many, maybe most, things in our lives we have choices. We don’t have a choice as to our circumstances but we do have a choice regarding our reactions to them. We choose to hold on to anger. We choose unforgiveness. We choose to allow the little things to get under our skin. Choices.

Perspective. Do you understand what is important–REALLY important–and what is not?

2 Corinthians 11:3 But I am afraid that, as the serpent deceived Eve by his craftiness, your minds will be led astray from the simplicity and purity of devotion to Christ.

Ephesians 6:11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil.

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

2 Corinthians 4:18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.


Lisa Bull sees her life as a journey along God’s divine plan. While considering herself an expert on nothing, she enjoys laughing and has made “choosing joy” her motto. Lisa has experienced God’s unfailing love and grace in her life and wants nothing more than for others to enjoy that same gift in their lives.

Lisa is the daughter and granddaughter of ministers. She has multiple relatives in ministry on both sides of her father’s family including several pastors, pastor’s wives, and missionaries. In fact, ministry in her maternal grandmother’s family can be traced back several generations. She loves being a wife and mother of two terrific young men.

Visit Lisa at Walking Bare Souled in the SONshine and JoyGurls.com

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