A Different Perspective

On a recent family vacation, we were travelling along the Oregon coast, and I had a few moments to myself to ponder as my youngest lay asleep at my lap. I looked out the window from our bus and watched as the trees rushed past me. A warm familiar comfort came back to me as I pondered my love of trees. To me, they are like the voice of God. "I am here, I am strong, , I will protect you, I will shelter you from the storm, light comes through me, and you will not be left in darkness. I am the color of life, I am beauty." I was reminded of possibly why I had such a fondness for trees. My Dad used to go for walks with me, and he loved trees as well. On one particular occasion we lay on the grass looking at the trees from the ground up, and he decided to share a life lesson that never left me. He explained that life can depend on our perspective, we might see it for one thing, while another sees it for something entirely different. When we looked at those trees that warm afternoon I saw life in a different way. Those trees fanned out wide, over me, and I could see how the wind made them dance. Every walk since I take a few moments to stand under one and look up and see it's splendor...God's splendor. When we look at life straight on, we only see one side, we don't see the full picture, the true story.

If we take the time to look from another angle, or keep our eyes looking up, we might be surprised what we find. We might find comfort in what we find. We might find... there's more than only what we see.