The other day at Lake Opeka, when I asked my 9 year old granddaughter if she understood what the word “perspective” meant, she quickly replied, “It’s how we see things.” I am not sure I even knew the word at her age, much less what it meant.
I explained how if we only sit on the east side of this lake, we will be certain it is shaped in a rectangle. And if we sit only at the south end, we will be sure it is round, like a large farm pond. And this would be based solely on our “perspective.”
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This Lake is the quiet corner of my life
a sacred space where
occasionally (ok, almost never) I see the morning sun
and most often the later afternoon
or setting sun
She is viewed most often from the east side
from “my”Weeping Willow Tree
sitting on “my”very own rock.
Occasionally the view changes
as I retreat to the south end
in search of shade or a place to park.
It was one of those times
on the south end
I noticed the mystery of
This lake is
depending on my
And on that day two years ago
gazing at my “round”rectangular lake
my thoughts drifted to
how God’s perspective is often
fuller/wider/more complete than mine
because he sees all perspectives
While not a new thought to me
it left me strangely unmoved.
I noted my resistance
giving myself time to simply pay attention
(I have learned these feelings tell me
something needs attention)
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I continued to note this resistance over the next couple of years as I moved from my Willow Tree on the east side of the lake, to the one of the Willow Trees at the south end. This week down at the south end looking at this “round” rectangular lake, I mulled over in my mind this curious resistance to the thought of God’sperspective. Why didn’t this truth comfort me?
And I opened my journal and penned these words as I began to process what I was coming to understand:
He sees and knows far more than
me who only sees what her eyes see here and now
who knows only what she has experienced.
As I continued to journal, I thought about how, growing up, I was taught to “Trust God’s perspective.” — the admonition to trust accompanied by the implication we would then “Be OK.”(At least that is what I “heard.” And in those last two words, the message to me was: “Fear, sadness, anxiety are evidence of a lack of trust of God’s perspective.” And I understood, contained right there in those two words “Be OK” was the source of my resistance.
Marc Alan Schelske points out in his recently released book, (The Wisdom of Your Heart) that emotions are given to us by the God who, himself, loves and has emotions. “They (emotions) are almost always telling us something true and important about our inner landscapes or outer circumstances.” he says. We need to pay attention.
With help, over these past years, I have learned I do not have to be afraid nor be ashamed of, for example, my fear, for fear and faith can co-exist as my fear drives me to my faith.
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Today I took two grandchildren (including the 9-year- old mentioned above) with me to the lake, showing them from the east side how the lake is shaped like a rectangle and when we walk around to the south end, it will look round. As we made our way to the end of the lake along the east side, stopping along the way as children will do, they kept watch on the lake, Young Miss exclaiming as we walked south, I can’t believe this.”
As we stood at the end of the “round lake” that we knew was in actuality a rectangular lake, we discussed perspective and what I have learned about it – ours and God’s. She seemed to get it.
At lunch Young Miss, 9 years old, told her Grandpa the heart of what she had learned at the lake. After explaining the wonder of perspective and how the lake looks different depending on where we are, she put it all together in these twelve words:
“God sees the whole perspective.
And he is with us in ours.”
We then reviewed together the truth that sometimes what we experience from our perspective really hurts. And we get to feel the feelings we feel.
She got that too.
And so am I.
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You may notice I used present tense in that last sentence. It’s still harder on some days than others to believe my perspective is not all there is. Even on the hardness of those days, I am learning (present tense) Jesus is with me in the hard and I can receive encouragement and comfort from others on the days when it is hard to believe what I see is not all there is. For that I am grateful.
10 Replies to “Perspective – Mine, God’s and Emotions”
Those Young Misses will never forget your lesson on perspective! That lake offers the perfect imagery. And what wisdom that 9-year old expressed! Tell her I’m copying her statement in my quote journal! Thank you also for this: “I do not have to be afraid nor be ashamed of my fear, for fear and faith can co-exist as my fear drives me to my faith.” Such a wise course of action, Carol: Let our our worries and fears drive us to the throne of God. I’m copying that in my quote journal, too!
Nancy, the part about fear and faith . . . I’ll never forget the day I got it as counselor helped me see this truth. It was liberating.
I’m so thrilled that my book can be a small part of your journey of healing and growing closer to God. Thanks so much for sharing this!
I’ll be revisiting your book again here on my blog. Your book is a gift to many.
Carol, the book we’re reading in our small group, “Bittersweet” by Shauna Niequist, prompted a similar discussion about God last night–that we have this skewed perspective of who He is–less than, somehow–if we actually say out loud that we’re troubled, or anxious, or fearful or puzzled or whatever.
No, HE is always there to receive us when we want to talk to Him (yell at Him) about all the brokenness.
It takes a long time to rearrange our thinking, for sure.
I love your lake lessons!
Yes, my interpretation was that trust=perfect peace, tranquility. I have learned this with a lot of help and still can struggle it. thanks for the book info. sounds like it should be on my ever growing book list.
Hi Carol … don’t you love how perceptive and wise our grandkiddos can be? I often muse that they and their parents are much wiser than I ever was at their ages.
Thanks for sharing your wisdom … and theirs … in your writing!
Blessings on you, friend.
isn’t that the truth, Linda. I am glad for the things they seem to be learning before I did
What a smart 9 year old you have! What a wise grandma to so generously share the life lessons with her grandchildren and the world. As always, thanks for sharing a little piece of your heart and perspective. Love you!
I am grateful, so very grateful I can share my life with them.