Simplify Sister. My Springtime Simplification Plan.

Simplify Sister. My Springtime Simplification Plan.

by | May 18, 2017 | Moments of Perspective

Oh sweet friends, this life we are on is a journey isn’t it?

I am hear to tell you that in the midst of busy, chaos, changes and decisions I have felt a simple yet consistent pull to SIMPLIFY. Simplify from the soul out to the world. Simplify my processes, my space, my to do lists. Simplify my thoughts, pace, finances and frustrations.

But it’s kind of ironic how COMPLICATED I can make the journey of simplifying… Trying to make lists for everything, plan every part into every day, and become overwhelmed with the hugeness of how much needs simplifying.

This is part of the problem. My life has always been chaos, running here and there making changes and trying new things without sitting back and evaluating the why behind the choices and where the value lies.

When we were at the Awesome Life Retreat last weekend we did a wonderful Clarifying Values workshop with Jeana from The Coaching Connection and the same thing kept coming up. Simplify. Simplify. Simplify.

And so here I am, letting you know that I am starting further down this journey of simplifying my life. I know that it won’t be a perfect journey, and this is in an imperfect post, but if I keep waiting to have the perfect post, or the perfect plan, my life will be at a stand still.

Here is my basic plan to simplify :

Use one page per day and don’t worry about the rest. Write what needs to be done, our schedule, random thoughts, grocery list…whatever that day needs on that one page. If it doesn’t all get completed that day, carry forward to a new day and get rid of yesterday’s page. Let go of what didn’t get done, move forward to today. If I need to write down a huge master to do list to get it out of my mind that’s ok, but it’s not what I want to be working from. In fact, I want the to do list to get paired down in general so I have more time to just BE.

Start each day with prayer, journaling and quiet. I certainly was one for picking up my phone when my eyes opened in the morning to see what messages I had, what emailed needed dealing with and would instantly get overwhelmed with STUFF. Without intending to I was already setting myself up for an overwhelming thought day. By putting my faith as my foundation for the day, and starting with quiet in my heart (by waking up BEFORE my kids, not to the sound of them calling my name) I have found overall to have a better start to the day.

To me Simple = SLOW

I used to run around all day and feel like it was a huge accomplishment to just get a million little things done. Now I feel like the best times, the times when I am happiest, are the times when we are moving just a little bit slower. Having time for tickles, story reading, gardening and colouring. I am in the process of cutting out unnecessary busyness and running here and there.

To me Simple = Less Expenses, Less Stuff & Less Spending

Often the reason we feel like we need to be super busy is to make more money to buy more stuff, or to pay for more childcare, newer, different, “better”. But if we simplify the STUFF we have we can see how little we actually need.

I will emphasize that this is a WORK IN PROGRESS for me. I read the Secret Art of Tidying Up and it was a good read, and has certainly helped in the process, but where I struggle is in the time that it takes to go through all the stuff. I am actually writing this from taking a break from decluttering. This morning I filled the back of my Forrester with another load of stuff that is getting gone. Seriously I have lost count and we still have so much! I’ve been trying to in general buy less in everything, from groceries to clothes, books and toys.

PS I have been loving the Overdrive App for being able to download books to online “borrow” from the library. It saves money AND it means less books lying around the house. (Especially when more than half of the books I read I have been not been finishing!)

We are getting our house ready to list for sale (It’s an awesome house and we are definitely having mixed feelings on selling, but when we evaluate what we want in terms of our values : we want a smaller home, smaller expense, less driving and even still less stuff.)

We’re being picky. I do not want to be running here and there and everywhere to a hundred lessons and classes, we’re option for one thing at a time. One commitment per child.

 

 

 

Take a Look at What’s in Store – Awesome Life Retreat

Take a Look at What’s in Store – Awesome Life Retreat

by | Apr 19, 2017 | Adventures + Travel, Moments of Perspective, Tools for Awesome Living

Last year was the first Awesome Life Retreat. A group of 28 of us got together and shared experiences, laughs and learning.

I cannot get over how amazing the group was that came together, and the amazing people and companies that supported us.

If you haven’t had a chance to check out the reasons behind why I started The Awesome Life Retreat you can check it out here.

I am going to give a full list of credits below but I amazingly thankful and in awe of all of the amazing contributors. It was amazing to step out and do something that I really felt we needed in our area, and that my heart was just wanting to pour into, and have it so well attended and supported locally! It’s a scary thing to move forward and do something new, but so worth it in the end!

2016’s retreat was held at Windhorse Farm on a beautiful April weekend. In fact we could not have imagined better weather to explore the beautiful trails and property and explore our hearts through learning!

This year we simplified and upgraded! This year’s retreat will be at Oceanstone and their kitchen staff will be handling almost all of the food as well as handling the coffee (Which for the coffee drinkers is a very very good thing!)  I wanted to be able to ENJOY the retreat with my amazing attendees and be present and not running around organizing food and setting things up and tearing them down and doing dishes. This place is simply amazing and I am in love with the venue and the people!

If you don’t know what to expect from the retreat and are on the fence, check out the photos below (taken by the Amazing Brittany of Hind Hart Studios! THANK YOU!!) and though this year will be different, it will give you a good idea of our vibe!

You can check out our tentative itinerary here (with just a few more details to firm up next week!) :

Awesome Life Retreat – Oceanstone Seaside Resort, Spring 2017

 

I wanted to  make sure to thank LAST YEARS contributors (Check out the link above for who will be a part of this year’s line up!) But below is a list of those who contributed to our first retreat!

Meals + Desserts Provided by :

EnVie – a Vegan Kitchen, Layers Cupcakes, Weagles Bakery, Kitchen Door Catering, Mike Crosby, Freshii Burnside, and MOI 🙂 (that’s a fancy way of saying me)

Amazing Speakers/Workshop Contributors :

Dr. Adrianna Wilson – Inspired Living Medical, Angela Van de Reit –  Life Coach- Engaged Living,  Meghan Osborne – Awesome Woman & Arbonne Representative, Rebecca Dimock – Paper Chain, Lisa MacPherson – Scribbles and Script. Stephanie Kincade – Abundant Path Wellness.

We also had giveaways from :

Duly Noted, Paper Chain, Scribbles and Script, Harper & Honey, Halifax Cookie Cravings, Shauna Carter – Mary Kay consultant, This is Boudoir, This is Photography, Lure Chocolates, Abundant Path Wellness and all of our amazing speakers. Decor help from the Wedding Vogue and special shout out to Jenn and Emily for help the weekend of!

 

You’re Not Worth It – How You Treat Yourself Matters

You’re Not Worth It – How You Treat Yourself Matters

by | Apr 9, 2017 | Moments of Perspective, Real Life. Real Thoughts.

You’re Not Worth It – How You Treat Yourself Matters

Photograph by Maurice Crosby

You’re not worth it; or at least that is the message that we are telling ourselves. Either straight up by beating ourselves up over everything, or subtly by not making ourselves a priority and not taking care of ourselves. Not thinking we’re worth it, or that we matter, keeps us stuck thinking that the life we have is all we deserve and that we are where we are and that is it.

Listen, for a long time I was the queen of not believing I was worth it.

From relationships where I allowed myself to feel small, and “friendships” where I was a doormat of convenience to never ever doing things for myself. I remember feeling guilty for buying a specialty coffee (not the boozy kind , the amazing Caramel Light Frappichinio kind), because who did I think I was? spending that much on something for myself because I just WANTED it? There was no need, just a want, and why would I deserve that.

If I wrote it all out in great detail this would make a super long story, and I just tried to say I would try to write it in point form, but I really don’t think that that would do this story justice. So grab a special coffee (you’re worth it!) and get set for a long read. Or you can browse the photos of last year’s Awesome Life Retreat and take my word for it, you really should come. It is going to be awesome, and you are worth it!

Enter the longest hardest couple of years of my life. At a whopping thirty three years old you may think “just wait” because tough times are coming. I am sure that tough times, unfortunate circumstances and a whole bunch of cruddy things will happen in my life after this point. I don’t expect my life to be easy breezy from now on. However, learning that I matter, changing my perspective, and leaning more on the Lord than ever, has made me realize that no matter what comes my way, it’s going to be ok.

It’s not how I felt. When my identity of doing “all the things” was stripped away I felt completely useless. All of my worth was tied up in what I could ACCOMPLISH. How much I could DO. And no matter how much I did, there was always MORE to do. I set the bar so high that I would always fall short. And if I was only worth what I got DONE then I was never going to be worth enough. I was never going to arrive.

To be honest with postpartum after Finn was born I fought back by trying to do more. To be the super mom that worked full time, breastfed, was home with her kids and made Pinterest Parties (which I actually still love!) and over deliver, plan all the social events, cook all the food and do all of the errands. I wouldn’t really let anyone help, because they would be taking away opportunities for me to gain worth.

As I started counseling I was told time and again that I couldn’t continue to do all of the things, or I wouldn’t get better. I am a woman of willpower (or at least used to be lol!) so decided that no one was going to tell me I couldn’t do it. Anxiety hit me like a five hundred foot wave, crashing over me and leaving me floundering, spinning and not being able to do anything. My insides were kicking and screaming, my body was reacting to the stress with tightness in my chest, breakouts in my skin and constant tummy troubles. I would freeze, crawl into bed and just cry, and honestly turned off all feeling except when it came to my kids (and I am so thankful for that) After 11 months of trying to handle this on my own I finally I “gave in” and started medication and talked about making changes to how we functioned. It was designed to make me slow down, spend time on myself… for someone whose self worth was wrapped up in doing and accomplishing… well this was just not going to work.

Then enter the accident. Yah, that thing again. But honestly it was a pretty pivotal moment for me and when I was in the midst of it I couldn’t process it, let alone talk about it…and now I can’t really stop.

I was fully encapsulated by the sea, wave after wave crashing on me and I was left to the mercy of the world that surrounded me. If I was staying afloat by what I could do… I was now sinking…and fast.

The anxiety that had crashed in waves just held me down. The darkness of how I felt was drowning me, pushing me further into the dark. It felt easier to give up than to fight. But it wasn’t. My littles kept pulling me up for air. Without knowing it, being gifted with so much love and sweetness, they would hug me, rub my back, laugh or just snuggle. They would dance, play and show me that there was still air up there, worth coming up for. I get sad a little when I think about how little I had to give them at that time, but then I remember that what I have learned will allow me to give more for the rest of my life.

And this is what I had to learn.

How much I could DO wasn’t how my worth was measured. I mattered just because I matter. My family loved me not because I provided, but because I was worth loving. That even if we ate burnt rice and boiled over every pot on the stove, my kids would still think I was the best mamma ever. My real friends cared for me even if I didn’t plan every event like it was the next coronation. And most of all that God created me, and loved me, no matter what. Period. Full stop.

I am still learning it. I am still working through it. And the next little part can be point form.

I met Dr. Adrianna Wilson, she is a freaking amazing woman and I am so thankful that she has come into my life. Her ACT Group and one on one sessions are a big part of my learning, and an integral part of the puzzle that took me to the Making things Happen conference.

I was at an ACT Booster where we were talking about “Drawing your Future”  (Based on the Ted Talk here)

I am an artist in many ways but drawing off the cuff is definitely not my biggest skill. However I drew a picture and it was pretty clear. I no longer wanted to feel like I was being measured by what I did, I didn’t want to feel chained to my computer and I wanted to be happier. My camera was still in the picture, and my kids, I was out in the sun and felt strong. Yup, I had a picture of what I wanted. A great first step. But HOW. How do I get there?

After the group I had a couple of hours before I would be picking up my kids, so I sat at a coffee shop and journaled and prayed. I felt pretty uneasy. I mean if now I knew what I wanted my life to look like, how would I be ok just being where I was. Was it practical? Was it realistic? What about my business? What about our bills?

And then I ran into the ladies from Elegant Productions, a beautiful boutique wedding planning company I have had the amazing pleasure of working with. We chatted quickly about how we had all just had (or were having) our last weddings of the season and how it was going to feel so great to have a break. I asked if they were planning a big vacation or taking any time off, and they mentioned that they were going to a thing called Making Things Happen. I asked Katie what it was all about and she said “kind of a retreat for creatives where you learn how to do the things you want to do and make your life what you want…or something like that”. Heh? really? Isn’t that what I was just working on? Thinking and praying about?

So I asked if I could join them. By that time the next day I had invested almost $3000 on something that I didn’t really know what it was. I just felt a tugging, some intuition, something telling me that I needed to do this. Did we have the money just sitting around? Nope. But I was learning this process of believing that I mattered, that I was worth it, and that changes were coming.

I honestly had no idea what to expect when I headed to North Carolina just a couple of weeks later. But it was NOT what I was expecting. It was so very much more. I think I had an expectation of how to be more productive, how to find the perfect balance and how to do it all successfully. Nope. It was more about stripping it all away and looking for what matters MOST.

Lara Casey, Amber, Gina, these beautiful souls touched my heart and encouraged me in ways that I didn’t expect. Lara prayed for me, my marriage and spoke such truth that it totally turned around my family.

While I was there, I realized that it was big in my heart to help others find this knowledge, either through sharing my experience or connecting people with what they need to get there.

I know that not everyone has the money to invest in going to the Making Things Happen workshop. And I know that not everyone can even afford the Awesome Life Retreat. But my heart was to offer something similar for the people in my world, that would help them to live the life that they truly want. To give an opportunity to get away, reflect and figure out what matters most to them.

So yes, it is a LONG story on how I got to be here and how I ended up hosting this retreat and why my heart is so much for it.

Tomorrow I will be posting about all of the amazing people who supplied and took part in the Awesome Life Retreat 2016 and who is being a part of the this year’s amazing retreat!

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What my Heart had to Say about Food on a Crummy Day

What my Heart had to Say about Food on a Crummy Day

by | Mar 21, 2017 | Moments of Perspective, Real Life. Real Thoughts.

What my Heart had to Say about Food on a Crummy Day

Note: I wrote this post last week ad then didn’t share because I still get nervous sharing the real stuff. But this morning I was cranky as a bear. Addy decided to let a metal bucket swing from our stairs to make a “trap” and it made some nice gouges and scratches in our TV, Finn had a little accident so our day started an hour earlier than usual and didn’t allow for my pre-craziness personal quiet time. My new necklace (that I got last night!) was used as a rope for Finn to pull himself out of the tub, and of course it broke, and a litre and a half of maple syrup spilled in the fridge after one of the door shelves broke. I am pretty sure I will be finding maple syrup in and on things for a good loonnnnnggggg time. It was one of THOSE mornings, but though I was frustrated, I didn’t spiral in my thoughts like I did last week (see below) I am believing that this is progress!

Here’s the original post:

I didn’t have the best of days today. I honestly kind of felt like crying from the moment I got up this morning. I don’t know if many of you mammas know the feeling of losing your sanity a little bit at a time due to lack of sleep, and the truth of having toddlers…but it’s legit.

All day today I felt like something more was going on.

I have learned to listen to myself pretty well, and when I am not in a good mental state things tend to spiral downward pretty quickly. Not being able to find my keys turns into : “Why can’t I find my keys? Why am I always losing things? If I could only get my house more organized. I am obviously a failure as a housewife, and now I may be late for Addy’s field trip, so I am a bad mom too. I wasn’t eating sugar this week, but if I don’t take yogurt in the car I will not eat breakfast. So now I am failing at that too. No wonder I am still fat.”

(note: I am not saying this so you will tell me that I am not fat, in fact, I’m asking that you don’t. I am healthy and getting stronger, but I am clinically actually obese class 1…so though I am still beautiful and valuable…my body is currently fat. I share because I want to be honest about what goes on for me sometimes, because so many feel like they are the only one that this happens to!)

The day goes on with not being able to get into my office, spilling lunch on myself and finding out I had a cavity…and a handful of other things that in and of themselves are not really a big deal. And to be honest, I know really are NOT a big deal. If any of these things happened to my kids I would say:


“Everyone loses things sometimes, and spills happen but we’ll wash your scarf when we get home…” etc. Oh what having kids does for perspective.

But because I am me, and I am big into feedback these days, I wanted to not only NOTICE that I was feeling this way, but wondering WHY. Why do I associate a mistake with complete failure, why do I think that anything less than perfection is worthless, but only when it comes to me?

A big realization today was about food. It’s always been a thing for me.

When I was talking with my dad the other day he mentioned feeling guilt that we struggle with our weight, wondering if he fed us too much balogna, but that the effects would have worn off by now. And that is totally true. The balogna didn’t make me struggle with food (I actually had some the other day and it was fabulous) but the thing is, somewhere along the way I really did learn that some food was “bad” and I felt shame about eating it. I remember being a kid and buying “junk food” at the store on the way home from my school and hiding it in the closet and eating it a little bit at a time. Maybe it was because my parents were often dieting, or that I ate more than my friends, or the time a family member scolded my brother for eating smarties. It could be the marketing of things that surrounded me, or things that classmates whispered behind my back. I really don’t know what brought it together, and it’s likely a combination of many MANY things.  I am not blaming anyone, I am a grown adult who now realizes that I have stories about food (and many other thing)  (Mom and dad if you’re reading this, I love you to pieces! And look, I turned out pretty awesome and I’m strong and healthy and overall getting happier and healthier by the day… so high fives to you guys!)

Fast forward to now, I have NEVER struggled with my weight like I have in the last couple of years. Stress, anxiety, fight or flight and more medications than I had ingested in the rest of my life combined left my body in a constant state of “what the heck is happening!”. Things that I had always done to lose weight were not working, and it was stressing me out, and that was making things worse. So then I kind of gave up. It wasn’t worth it to me.

So I let the pendulum swing the other way. I would just have whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. I was going through enough. If I wanted ice cream, I was going to eat ice cream. And to be honest, I still feel like there are much worse vices that I could have leaned into.

Rewind to last month, in Florida. I was working out, feeling great, eating balanced and having fun with my kids. And then my headaches started to come back. Doing high impact workouts hurt my neck and head, so I slowed those down, I got tired, my eyes hurt. And so, I turned back to the treats. Until I was pregnant I didn’t even like sweets. I would have opted for another piece of pizza instead of birthday cake….well not anymore. Somewhere along the lines I had become a full blown sugar addict.

I was feeling convicted about it. Like I was relying on a substance for happiness, instead of dealing with what was making me sad. Maybe a less dangerous one than cocaine (though I hear sugar is more addictive, but I’m still gonna keep away.).

This week I cut out sweets and refined sugar, and caffeine. There has been a little sugar in a couple of things that I have eaten, but in general have been eating really well. I have been praying more about what has been going on and haven’t eaten at all to “fill the void” though I can tell you, I have wanted to, and that is eye opening in and of itself!

I want treats to be something that I enjoy to celebrate something with people I care about. Not just things to pick me up when I feel tired, cranky or bored.

However, in order to get to that place, I had to get off the all-the-sugar-all-day-every-day wagon. And that has been a tough one for sure. It has been a pretty good week, other than my day one meltdown with the kids and a couple of killer headaches and energy slumps.

But today, this was the day when I realized that when I tell myself that I can’t have something at all, it reiterates to myself that it is BAD, and then I am obviously BAD for wanting it, bad for having enjoyed it.

We could debate on whether sugar is bad. Sure, studies show… but also generations grew up on homemade sweets made with real sugar and they were less obese. So I think that for me, as I am learning with all the things in my life…it comes down to balance.

I am going to finish off this week by staying off the sugar and caffeine and then I am going to thoughtfully and carefully consider how I want to integrate it in my life. I don’t want to be ruled by it, but I don’t want my life to consist of daily rules of what I can and can’t have.
The bible says not to worry about what we will eat or what we will wear, and I definitely want less worry in my life.

Here’s my thoughts. I want exercise more (because I have learned when I start my day that way, it really does feel better!)  and take joy in making tasty food and truly enjoying treats when I have them. I want to  fill my life with the things that bring joy and simplify my closet and surroundings so that they fill up less of my mind space.

Sound like a plan?
Let’s get after it.

PS I am guessing that I am not the only one who has stories about food, and I also know that many people will likely read and think that I am a wackadoodle, because food is just food to you, but thanks for reading anyway.

 

Your Race is Your Own | Moments of Perspective

Your Race is Your Own | Moments of Perspective

by | Feb 21, 2017 | Adventures + Travel, Moments of Perspective, Real Life. Real Thoughts.

Your Race is Your Own | Moments of Perspective

Yesterday I was in the pool with Addy. 

We were on hour two of swimming and Mimi had just taken Finn back to the house (he tends to get cold quickly…not sure what it’s like to have zero body fat lol!) so it was just Addy girl and I. 

She is a little fish. Actually she probably more resembles  mermaid. She loves to swim under the water and she is FAST.

There are some times that she’s trying to “get me” that I can’t swim away fast enough. It’s seriously impressive.

So when she wanted to race across the pool, I knew that I would have to actually try, at least a little bit. But the thing was, she wouldn’t just swim. She kept looking to see where I was… if I was behind her she was slowing down to look at me, if I was next to her she would swim towards me instead of straight, and if I was ahead by just a little, it would make her want to give up.

This revelation was pretty clear, and something I have been thinking about quite a bit. This quote popped up years ago when I was at a boudoir retreat/workshop and it has stuck with me over the years. I often find myself comparing in some way or another, to other mammas, photographers, bodies, stories, and this little quote pops up in my head.

It mostly works as a reminder, but doesn’t always work completely… old habits die hard…and all that jazz….

And in talking to anyone really honestly, I find out that I am not alone. A lot of us seem to be doing this. And while maybe MAYBE in some cases it’s benefitical (ie I am not an Olympic coach or anything so maybe sometimes you have to see where your competition is) but for me and my life, comparison doesn’t add anything positive to my life. And old Teddy agrees :

Swimming with Addy reminded me that instead of focusing on what I shouldn’t be doing (comparing)….which, in fact, I shouldn’t be doing…what I need to focus on is my very own race.

I can’t worry about who is in front, who is behind, where anyone else is. It doesn’t matter if I am first or last as long as I am running the race that I am called to the very best that I can run it. So lets run/swim/walk/paint/dance our way along the path we are meant to take.

Your path is your own and just as no two fingerprints or snowflakes are the same, your race is not going to be the same as anyone elses’ and neither is mine, and that is  ok.

Am I right friends?

Well I know that I am on this one! Here’s to being uniquely ourselves!

I am taking some time this week to think through exactly where my race is meant to be and make sure that my daily life is lining up with getting me trained up to do my very best. I hope that today you can feel content with where you are, it’s a challenge I know, but so much joy can be found in contenment.

 

Have a blessed day!

Walking in the Waterfall. A Matter of Perspective

Walking in the Waterfall. A Matter of Perspective

by | Feb 15, 2017 | Moments of Perspective, Real Life. Real Thoughts.

Tonight I got an email announcing the next Inspired Retreat! I am so excited to put my hat in the ring to be a speaker at this amazing retreat (and am so pumped that our next Awesome Life Retreat is rounding out to be extra amazing in just a few short months!).

It served as a reminder that I wanted to share a little bit about my favorite experience at the Inspired Retreat this past fall. The whole experience was wonderful. I felt spoiled, and loved, and learned so many amazing things for business and personal life. Most of all I was surrounded with likeminded women who just kind of got me. Women who want to balance their passion for their family with their passion to create and run their business. What a gift it was to share space with these beautiful people.

One day their was an optional hike to a waterfall. I had a pretty awful cold, and headache but wanted to get out there with the crew. One of my beautiful new friends and I had decided we would swim in the waterfall, but I told her before we went that I wasn’t sure I could, or that it would be a good idea, seeing as it was so cold. (side note… these people talked about how cold it was, they are most certainly not Canadian….the water was refreshing!!!) So when we did the hike and got there to the majestic waterfall, no one was getting in. So I decided to go for it! It was a little chilly and Kristie and I started the process of getting in…. but the process was slow and I know from experience that the rip-the-bandaid method usually works well….so I hugged my friend right into the water. After the squeals and giggles we swam over to the bottom of the waterfall and it was HUGE. The perspective from down there was just so impressive, there were a few ladies who were on the edge of getting in, but hadn’t worn bathing suits (I didn’t either) so I came back and helped someone else in, and then she went back and helped two others in. By the end of it I think 8 or 9 ladies had gotten in. I don’t say this because I was the first one, I say this because it’s amazing what can happen when we encourage and support each other. It was amazing to see the domino effect of one woman encouraging another to step out of their comfort zone!

So if that wasn’t enough of an encouragement from this magnificent waterfall, the next morning Kristie and I got up and went for a walk. We were going to run, but my sick self couldn’t handle it. We found a trail that was to go to the top of the waterfall, and after a little exploration we found the trail and got to the top of the waterfall. And it was um…tiny. Honestly, TINY. The same waterfall that the day before, that had seemed magnificently overwhelming, was now TINY.

Did the waterfall change?

Nope.

Did the size of it shrink?

Noperoonies

So what changed?

My perspective!

It reminded me of a sermon I heard years ago about having a higher perspective, “God’s Eye View” by Tommy Tenney pretty much sums it up. But the reminder is that we need to think higher, view things how God would… from above!

A problem or situation can seem overwhelming when it’s looming on top of you, but when you change your perspective, give it to God, climb a little higher and you’ll see that it’s not so big, the crashing sound of the water will lessen the further you remove yourself, the higher you go, the smaller it seems.

I am learning to not drown under the problems that come my way, but try to change my perspective and get out from under them!