We were in the truck this morning, when I spied my grandson sizing up a small ant that was crawling on the window. At a red light, he used his thumb to try and squash it. To his surprise, the ant continued its march. He tried again! But still the ant marched on. He chuckled.... "BawBaw, that ant isn't in the truck with us. He is outside." Then he sat back in his chair with a little grin. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he was analyzing and changing his perspective. "Everything is about your perspective, Derick. Everything." And he says, "Yeah, and I was lookin' at him wrong too!"
Lord, help me with my perspective...... daily.
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