Perspective: the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point; particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view; true understanding of the relative importance of things; a sense of proportion.

I named this blog Perspectives, because I think it might just be what God is growing in me. Slowly but surely, giving me a correct understanding of myself, and by His sweet grace, shifting my perspective away from the slavery of self onto the beauty of Jesus. I hope to have a “true understanding of the relative importance of things”—a right perspective...to find that place of freedom. These posts will hopefully all point back to gaining a truer and better perspective.

Sore Muscles

Soreness breathes life.
Aches and pains I am granted to feel,
Sweet blessing-- I am able to feel!
So many would but kill to detect the pang of muscle.
Sessile in hospital beds, wheel chairs-- static.
Pleading prayers to God to allow them to sense again—something. anything.
I have worked wearying, I have run.
I get to run!
To jog, flee, trot, gallop, skip—to speed!
Able.
To move, to stretch, to feel muscles tear and rip,
To squat, to bend, to leap, to move!
To run the race bodily.
Godliness is of greater value,
But still! Sweet privilege sweat training is.
Escape in the skeleton connected to the soul.
Like a deer pants for living water,
So I am permitted to pant.
Lactic acid building, gasping for air.
Dehydration reminds me of my desperate need.
Genuine thirst reminding me to be grateful.
With each step and shifting of the joint,
Thanks, breath, thanks, breath, thanks,
Pounding the pavement, a perseverance of praise.





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