There is a lot of angst on the internet lately.
I suppose that can always be found, angst. But right now it feels as if it can't be avoided.
During the Inaguration a few weeks ago different tv channels had different points of view and different ways of sharing that point of view. How they reacted to each word, facial expression and gesture was according to how they perceived it.
One station compared Trump's speech to a Rorschach ink blot... saying that most people interpreted it according to their prior opinions and emotions concerning Trump himself.
That got me to thinking- isn't that true of every single moment?
Our point of view determines how we view (and react) to many things.
Our physical point of view can be determined by quite a few different things; Where we are standing, if we are wearing glasses or a hat, if the sun is shining in our eyes, what distractions are happening around us.
Our emotional point of view is similar. It can be influenced by our family history, our faith, our health, or our joys and pains... if the son is shining in our eyes. It can change from moment to moment, from situation to situation, just as our physical point of view can.
I have been paying attention to different approaches to point of view recently.
With that in mind, I want to tell you two stories, both completely true, just from different points of view. Not serious, or important, but a truthful example of how we choose to look at the world.
Story one: My husband made absolutely irresistible, delicious, fresh homemade potato chips last week. I was on the phone with my mom, so when he got hungry he left me in peace and started digging. He discovered potatoes that were starting to sprout and really needed eaten, so he washed, peeled and sliced them, then used up the last little bit of coconut oil to fry them up. He knew our growing boys need some protein too, so he found hotdogs and buns, and even got out the condiments to top them with. I am so very blessed!
Story two: My husband made greasy, unhealthy, fried potato chips last week. He has no respect for my health. While I was on the phone he got hungry, and rather then asking what the plan for dinner was, he started digging around. He made a huge mess, splashed oil all over the stove top, and used the last of the coconut oil, so I can't make the cookies I was planning to make. He even finished off the potatoes, which I had planned to make mashed potatoes with! So much for that meal plan. Argh!
The exact same thing happened in those two stories.
And yet, they sound very different.
The details I choose to point out and the attitude I presented them with changes the story.
That can be true about almost every single story, and perhaps even almost every moment.
I am not really concerned with how you feel about Trump, or the very un-ladylike behavior of the women marching with vagina's on their heads, or whether we should have guns, or a ban on people entering the country. That is not the point of this blog. I am not even planning to share how I feel about those things. (although calling someone un-ladylike is about as harsh as I get, so you can guess how I feel about that one)
What I want to talk about is our personal response to things. Most importantly, my response.
As I said, angst is everywhere.
You can't go out without hearing it. You can't stay in without hearing it.
Because, guess what?! We are all different; each and every one of us. Some of us have more in common then others. Most people who will read this have something in common with me- they homeschool, have children, love Jesus, love my family. Some people even have ALL those things in common with me.
Still, we don't agree on everything.
Because we are different.
Beautifully, amazingly, powerfully different.
It is wonderful!
It is those differences that make this world exciting. Differences makes us learn more, feel more, try more. Differences make us challenge what we believe and why we believe it.
Obviously, I love to hear about things we agree on. But that is easy. Hearing about things we disagree on makes me question the what and why. If I never question the what and why, how do I really know what I think or believe?
Change always brings fear. That is an absolute and anyone who disagrees, well, they are welcome to their opinion, but I don't believe them. Whether you let that fear control your words and actions - that is the part that is adjustable. The part you have the ability to change.
During this time of transition, of change, we all have some fear.
We also have the freedom to face that fear with excitement.
With the desire to bring good, and the strength to stand up and actually do something about it.
We all have a different point of view. We all have different hope and dreams. We all come from different history, different blood, different desires.
And yet, we all have something in common.
No, strike that: Many things in common.
I am doing my best, every day, to find the common. The make the things that are the same what my point of view notices.
Then, to take those similarities, those shared passions, and find a reason to pass along a smile, or a hug, or an offer to meet for coffee and just laugh together.
That is the challenge of the week- find the similar, then make the choice to help it grow!
Blessings my friends!