I learned a new word today: “Perspectacles”
I love this word! But what does it mean?
I’m so glad you asked!
Here’s what I read:
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When the grief train pulled into my station I got on and found a comfortable seat to snuggle into. I watched the world go by and was quite content in my unhappiness. Then I saw that other people were getting off the grief train. Some of them I never saw again and I didn’t know where they went. Others would get off and get back on again. We talked about the adventures they had. I began to realize that maybe my comfortable seat wasn’t so comfortable anymore. Maybe I could participate in some adventures instead of just being an observer. I took my baggage with me and got off at the very next station. I had quite a lovely time. Now I had a story to tell when I got back on train. I was surprised when someone told me that I could leave my baggage on the train when I decided to get off. I was rather attached to my baggage. However, I decided to try it. I was given a golden receipt to reclaim it and that reassured me. This time when I got off of the train I decided to stay off longer. I had several adventures. When I got back on the train, there was all my baggage waiting for me. I didn’t need so much of it now. The man in charge of the baggage compartment told me there were a lot of people who loved to carry a lot of baggage and he would give some of mine to them. And so it went.
I still like to journey on the grief train. Sometimes when I look out of the window I see wonderful memories of events that happened in the past. Sometimes when I curl up in my seat I spend time with people who have died. I’ve kept the parts of my baggage I’m not ready to let go of yet. I open it up and unpack it a little. It is lighter now. I’ve discovered that the people who I’m lonely for don’t have to stay on the grief train. They come with me wherever I go. I like having them with me on my adventures. I had turned the grief train into a prison. It isn’t. It’s a way to journey to new places, especially when I am willing to go through the open doors to see what is waiting for me.
I would have rather not been a passenger at all. However, now that I am, I am beginning to see that I am not a desperate or helpless passenger. I am also the person who plans the journey and makes the adventures happen. I have been given tickets to an unlimited number of places. Many colors of tickets. Many sizes of tickets. It is up to me how many of them I use. How will I figure it out? Partly by talking to other people – those who are on this journey and those who are on other journeys… Partly by listening to my own heart. Sometimes by looking at myself and the world through the eyes of those who love me instead of my own eyes. “Perspectacles”
There are many maps and I have time and freedom to find the one that is right for me. Sometimes staying on track. Sometimes getting off and wandering around discovering things. Sometimes getting off with a definite plan to accomplish.
All these choices are mine because I am among the living still. The more I can do here the more I know those who have gone before me will be proud of me that I am still learning.
When you are ready to get off your own grief train I wish you many adventures and that you find that you need less and less baggage as your journey continues.
Author unknown
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Beautiful, right?! But also, convicting.
My perspective dictates my attitude. My attitude can determine my actions. My actions will affect my outcome. I often tell my children, “Change your attitude; change your life.” But how? I need to learn to see everything from God’s perspective.
If I see myself as a victim, I will always be a victim and live my life as such. If I view myself as a victor–an overcomer through the power and grace of Christ–I will conduct myself in a manner worthy of a daughter of the King. Does that mean I’ll never cry, be sad or even feel sorry for myself? No. But I refuse to live out the rest of my life there! Visiting our grief can be healthy and tears are a precious gift from God to relieve pain, but if I am to walk worthy of my calling, then I must live in victory and only take short rides on the grief train. I’m not saying it will be easy, but I do believe it will change my future.
Lord, give me Your “perspectacles” as I seek to see my pain through the lens of Your victory.
Change my perspective; change my life.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:57
TPW 12/28/21
