God's Glasses

“When we align our thinking with God’s, we’re given a glimpse of what it’s like to see through His eyes. When we’re able to view our storm from His perspective …it changes everything.” ~ Be Still by Cherie Hill ~


Years ago when I was in a situation someone told me I needed to see a person through the eyes of God. Try as I might I just couldn’t do it. The vision I saw through my eyes was the same vision almost when I tried to think about how God saw them. To me the person didn’t change from my eyes to God’s at all.


Come to find out the problem I was having in the vision process was my alignment was off. I need to align myself with God’s thinking. I needed to set aside Karen for awhile in order to get a better view of the things in front of me. Whenever my vision got blurry and went dark come to find out it was me sticking things in front of me that took my sight away from where it needed to be.


The person I was looking at wasn’t going to change just because I viewed them through God’s eyes. What was meant to change was my perspective of that person, my attitude, the way I handled myself. It’s not a matter of putting on these rose covered glasses and all is well. Its more of a way of putting storm windows on your house, it’s a protection against all the things our minds can create when we view things from our own perspective.


Recently in “Karen’s Crossings” I wrote about how glad I am that some people have different perspectives of things than me. It helps when things are down and the chips just don’t seem to be falling in what we would view “our favor.” My perspective of things was I felt like I was a sitting duck just waiting for something to happen to me. For my meds to fail, my cancer to pop up somewhere else, and all the other bad things my brain could dream up.


No! Okum smokum we don’t have time to stick to our perspective of things. We need to align ourselves with God. If we aren’t where we need to be in our perspective of things it isn’t His fault. His view of my storm is the shore ahead. My view is the rough waters I’m trying to dodge right now. His view is one of victory. My view is defeat. His view is one of building me up. My view is tearing me down. His view is calming the waters. My view is panic as I stand up in the boat rocking it back and forth.


Uh, uh I want God’s glasses. As much as my mind would like to keep my perspective of things dark and dreary, I want God’s glasses. I want to see it through Him. The choice is ours believe it or not. Every once in awhile when we get to thinking otherwise we need to stop and make sure we’re wearing the right glasses, God’s glasses. Ones not covered with denial but truth, strength, guidance, love, and the right perspective of things we need to endure.


Amen? AMEN!




Oh boy, I need to go cry. Luv ya all!

© 2011 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Karen's Crossings~~~~~ A Matter of Perspective

Talking the other day with my mother-in-law about the news I got from the doctor she immediately jumped in and said, “Wow that is great news!” Great news, what was seeing we weren’t? After talking to her it was obvious to see what she was observing verses what we focused on. To her, she saw my tumor markers going down. To me, I was seeing them not quite back to normal yet. To her, she saw my medicine was working. To me, all I could see was the fact that I just learned I was going to have to be on them for life.

If you think about it we all have our own perspective of things. Some see things differently than we do and it can be helpful to get that fresh look. Personally it felt good to see it all from her eyes, the eyes of a breast cancer survivor herself. After all our focus was slightly blurred due to all the events that were happening lately.

Honestly whether we want to admit it or not it would be terrible if people encouraged us along the line of our current thinking especially when we are feeling down? For example, at the time I was feeling like a sitting duck. If my mother-in-law would have taken it from there and encouraged me in my own perspective or frame of mind it would have sounded something like this, “Oh Karen, sit still. Let life hit you. Remember you’re the sitting duck you have no hope, it’s just a matter of time so get over it. Let the situation pluck your feathers one by one.”


Praise the Lord her encouragement and the encouragement of many others have not been that way. I’m glad there are people around me that give me good encouragement who don’t build off my own frustrations. Encouraging people is what it’s all about. As stubborn as we would like to be it helps to have someone clear our vision for us to show us a better perspective of what we are looking at.


Currently I have a co-worker who is going through the cancer travel course herself with her husband. Because I am one step ahead of her in the game it’s been helpful for her to sit down and chat about things that are going on. God himself told us that we need to encourage others with the same encouragement we got ourselves.


People who encourage others are the cheerleaders along life’s road needed to give confidence to a weary soul. They have the ability to pick up and carry an exhausted passenger traveling down a road too long and hard for them to handle at the time. They often can serve as the rest stop needed to get a refreshing start to finish life’s journey. They are not there to take over and do our journey for us but they certainly help along the way.

It’s one thing to give encouragement and another to be able to take it. The last thing we need to do is stubbornly hold on to our first perspective of things when life hits us hard while we shut out anything others may have to say including God. Doing that only makes our journey longer and less fruitful in the end. The only person who can make me the “sitting duck” I thought I was in my first perspective is me if I decide to stay there in my thinking.

God hasn’t let me down. He’s lifting me up drawing me closer to Him day by day. That’s one perspective in my life that will never change. Oh, I’m being stubborn? No, I’m being truthful. Oh what a mighty God we serve.