My youngest daughter is a designer/decorator.
The middle school version of that was every square inch of her bedroom ceiling covered with posters of favorite icons as well as her own art.
Like many moms, my focus was the floor, as in what is out of place, needs picking up or vacuuming for the umpteenth time. I definitely was missing the inspiration that she saw everywhere.
One day, while she was at school, I entered this decorator-on-steroid-zone to clean yet again. For some reason, the bed looked inviting as a place to pause and I found myself face-to-face with a ceiling parade of people and designs.
And something happened in that moment: I changed my point of view. I saw her room more from her frame of reference--the design, the originality. I was absolutely captivated that she saw the ceiling as yet one more wall, one more mural message space to say what she was learning and thinking about the world.
The lesson was mine to learn. That is, pray for the freedom to change my point of view. I ask God to show me how to see the world through the eyes of others' so I can share their journey if I am a part.
It's Monday, yet again. Don't just see the floor. Pause and see...a new view.
