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A change in perspective

I'll admit it: I was getting a bit frantic in my job search. SEND OUT ALL THE RESUMES! SOMEONE HIRE ME!

Kinda like that. It wasn't good.

Providentially, I went away for the weekend to visit a friend. It was only supposed to be an overnight trip, but I was so relaxed and enjoying the company so much...I stayed. (Just as I was discussing this with my friend, Dear Husband sent me a text to say, "Stay another night if you need to." He really is the best.)

My friend and I actually stayed with her aunt and uncle, as my friend was visiting from out of state. I enjoy their company as well. They have a beautiful home and quite a collection of art. I feasted with my eyes.

I should probably mention that my friend's family are news and political junkies. They lean hard left; I don't. Watching MSNBC for HOURS: yikes! I do find this whole thing quite entertaining, though.

And then there was the Gospel this weekend: Who do you say that I AM?

It would seem that God is trying to show me that I need a little change in my outlook. Getting away for the weekend was a change in perspective, as was the running political commentary. Being surrounded by amazing art was a change in perspective. Jesus asking point-blank about our understanding of His identity? Boom: change of perspective.

What are my lessons from this weekend? Breathe. Laugh more. Seek out beauty. Other people's opinions can be fascinating and entertaining. Know Jesus.

Not bad for less than 48 hours.

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