Skip to main content

Through His Eyes...

Begin to see through others eyes.

It’s a hard thing to do…particularly around the holiday season when you come into contact with friends, old acquaintances, and family that you may not normally see. All of us have been filled with what we think is success. It comes from many sources – family, school, church, media, etc. and depending on your background your idea of success can differ greatly from someone that even grew up in the same house as you.

I have to constantly remind myself to see through others eyes.

So many times we want to force our value systems, ideals, and aspirations on other people, not realizing that their life is theirs to construct and enjoy.

Because you will be the happiest when you get that Masters degree, church wedding, and the 5 bedroom house doesn’t mean that the mechanic that has no degree, is divorced, and lives in a 2 bedroom apartment is not having the time of his life.

Think of what kind of world this we be if we were all doctors, lawyers, CEOs and judges? Somebody has to like serving the community. Somebody has to like repairing cars. Somebody has to like growing food or just being a cashier at Wal-Mart.

Every life cannot be graded by a certain standard with set parameters. We are all different and thus what makes us happy and content is going to differ.

It’s hard but it’s necessary to see through others eyes so that you can enjoy your own life. When you cannot expand your acceptance of levels of contentment you put unneeded pressure on your own life as well as make it hard for you to deal with others as they are, instead of how you think they should or could be.

Some things should not be sacrificed. Things moral or ethical should never be relinquished; most of the time how we judge people’s lives has nothing to do with ethics or morals, but simply on the personal preferences of how we in fact judge our own lives. We simply magically transform preferences into spiritual and moral laws.

Begin to see through others eyes.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Gifts are Given...

Of course it felt like Monday. The chaos that normally ensues when you hit the jobsite was obvious today. Things were not going well. Things were late…jobs were not being done properly, but I pressed on as the minutes turned into hours. The stress of the morning was oppressive. The stress of the afternoon was even more stifling. But count it all joy. Normally the end of the week is smooth sailing. But normal is a cruel friend that only seems to show up when you don’t need him. I had to take a moment to just breathe and relax. In that moment God gave me a reminder – this job, this life, your assets are His gifts. God has allowed me to be in this position during this season and He is controlling this job. He gave it to me and in His wisdom He can take it away. It’s easy to stress or become frustrated over things that you think you control. But when you realize that you are where you are not because of your intelligence or hardwork or strength or resolve, then the picture becomes...

Ready for War...

The battle rages, from zero to infinite ages The blood drips, tasteless, and without fragrance The stench is foul, so flagrant, as I gaze in amazement The days when stars were a’blazing and Geico’s cavemen Saints blend in, defensive to sin, so they’re offensive to men Soul food’s not made in the kitchen my friend Visit with Him then ask for deliverance then Strap on the armor….you’re on a mission to win Dissent will come then as the demons are gathered And spring from the stronghold…but none of that matters I’ll take the Spirit and leave them all tattered Smashed into fine matter and leave their bones scattered Tell them stay off my lawn, equipped with Bibles and brawn Praising God with old songs and daring hellhounds to come Lucifer threw down his gauntlet, I’m dressed exclusive in blessings Satan made it to the playoffs…but heaven wins the series in seven Always testing, never resting, my God equipped me for stress And gave me resolve to keep living until He lessens my breath I’m imp...

Unknown to Many...

Cold breezes blow boldly, low feelings of losses No passion, no action, serene scenery glosses Tossed by swirling emotions, lonesome in this life Pretend strife is not visible like a bridegroom & no wife Because the standard is this, a man stands beside the Pit Can’t deny the riff as words of love die on my lips Tried & I tripped, fell over, but never in love’s shadow Tragic, no warm magic surrounded & I lost the battle Dazzled in my own light, not seeing the radiance of One So I traveled alone, not knowing I was only a torch to the Sun Deplored to run and falter, halted but I refrained to see Sought the other half of my soul, but she never came to me Remaining free, but true freedom lies in long hair locks That shimmer with womanhood and who holds a box In her bosom, for me and our union shall never part She will walk beside me and cherish my heart. As the silence from the keyboard dies miserably, Heather Headley croons “In My Mind” as though her soul had dined with ...