perspective

I start this week with a warped mindset.

I think of Japan, and its disaster, hear from missionaries who impacted my life so many years ago, see the devastation, and yet my life is still in its orderly orbit.

I enjoyed a weekend full of sweet fellowship with many people, and yet am ready for the semi-quiet of today.

I struggle with how to instruct a young sis in some things, knowing that sometimes lessons are best learned from the Holy Spirit and the Word, and not the admonitions of sinning saints.

And I want a Dr. Pepper. I have a whole container in my refrigerator, bought before my husband dared me to take the Lent challenge and give them up the 40 days before Easter. Day 6 and still Pepper free, but I know they are there. And my taste buds would really enjoy one.  And it hasn't helped my acne any. Does God really care whether or not I drink my favorite soft drink? Or is it more the matter of discipline and sacrifice, of trying to strengthen my quickly dilapidating earthly temple?

And in the midst of errands and crazy thoughts and taking a break to read blogs, I was referred to this:

http://www.aholyexperience.com

And I'm reminded: it's not about me. Not about my thoughts. Not about my wants. Not about what I might/might not think is best. My perspective is warped because I've let my axis once again get off-centered. And that changes everything.