Perspective:
I had the pleasure of driving to Boise today. The mountains are absolutely gorgeous, covered with thick snow and sparkling under a brilliant blue sky. I was reminded of an incident from my childhood, so here we go again.....
I had the pleasure of driving to Boise today. The mountains are absolutely gorgeous, covered with thick snow and sparkling under a brilliant blue sky. I was reminded of an incident from my childhood, so here we go again.....
I was probably 5-7 years old, and in Sunday school class. We were coloring....Moses, I think it was....anyway, there were mountains in the picture.
I colored my mountains blue and white. Another little girl corrected me and said that mountains weren't blue--they were brown. I was quite puzzled. I'd just seen the mountains that morning before church, and they were indeed very blue! Was she colorblind like my future husband? (I had not even met the skinny Arkansas boy yet at this time.
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I claimed that the mountains were blue, she contended that they were brown, we argued, and we each insisted on coloring our mountains the way they appeared to us.
It was years before I realized that her mountains WERE brown!
My mountains WERE blue!
She lived IN the mountains and from her perspective they were brown.
I lived in the valley, viewing my mountains from afar, and from my perspective they were blue.
They weren't different mountains, they were the same mountains and yet they were different colors for each of us.
We disagreed, and yet neither of us were wrong; In fact, we were both right.
This happens over and over in life. It would do us all well to remember that the same mountains often affect each of us differently. This doesn't mean one of us is better or worse, or right or wrong, it simply means that we live in "different places."
I colored my mountains blue and white. Another little girl corrected me and said that mountains weren't blue--they were brown. I was quite puzzled. I'd just seen the mountains that morning before church, and they were indeed very blue! Was she colorblind like my future husband? (I had not even met the skinny Arkansas boy yet at this time.
)I claimed that the mountains were blue, she contended that they were brown, we argued, and we each insisted on coloring our mountains the way they appeared to us.
It was years before I realized that her mountains WERE brown!
My mountains WERE blue!
She lived IN the mountains and from her perspective they were brown.
I lived in the valley, viewing my mountains from afar, and from my perspective they were blue.
They weren't different mountains, they were the same mountains and yet they were different colors for each of us.
We disagreed, and yet neither of us were wrong; In fact, we were both right.
This happens over and over in life. It would do us all well to remember that the same mountains often affect each of us differently. This doesn't mean one of us is better or worse, or right or wrong, it simply means that we live in "different places."
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