I love this week's word... Perspective.
I see five paintings hanging on the wall. Each one different, special, priceless. Five different paintings tell five different stories even though they've been created by the same artist.
Am I the painter, the art critic? Not really either one. Maybe just an art lover, appreciator. I see the paintings and I'm love with each one of them even though each is unique.
I see the flaws and try to minimize them. I see the beauties and try to make them bigger, better, more apparent.
Even though I'm the not the creator, maybe I'm the assistant to the Creator. I know these paintings better than anyone other than the Creator and I still love them. Because I know them so well, my perspective of them is different, deeper, more appreciative than any one else's.
They are my children, beautiful and flawed. I try to minimize the flaws by discipline and mercy and grace. I see the beauties and desire to show them off, delighting in them.
Each of my children will have their own stories written for them, by them and their Creator. And I will continue to stand back and enjoy them from the eye's of a mama.
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(image courtesy of bing)