Perspective

I was returning a flat bed trolley yesterday at work and I took a short cut through the BC Cancer Agency (BCCA) to the Diagnostic and Treatment Centre.  I take as many trips as I can through the BCCA, because it's OUTSIDE of my comfort zone.  Sometimes, I get nauseated and dizzy going through there.  Sometimes if I see someone that works there in the line up at Good Earth when I am grabbing coffee, I get sick.

So, as often as I can, I incorporate the BCCA into my work week.

As I am taking this underground short cut I came around a corner and see this:

Do you see it?  There is NOBODY there.  I was startled at the fact that it was POURING rain outside and there is no one there!

As I walked from one end of the hall to the other, I thought perspective.  It was the last lesson of Art class that I had in Surrey before I was adopted.  I was getting an A in Art, I was kicking butt, my teacher said I was talented.  Woot!  I moved to Victoria and I wanted to continue my Art classes but my Mom said that I needed life skills, sewing, cooking.  Sigh, the end of art for me.

I was thinking about this hallway as I signed in the borrowed trolley.  I was thinking about a co-worker.  It seems to me that God is trying to get her attention.  She has had a really tough 3 weeks.  She used to be a part of "the church" and a part of a worship band.

As I entered back into the BCCA I can't say I heard it, but it resonated in my heart:

John 16:33

These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”

Was this for me?  Was it for my coworker?  I don't know--but it brought me back to perspective.  Not the artwork kind but rather the perspective that Jesus gives.  2012 was horrendous, but I looked at it all from the perspective that Jesus had it all under control.  There was peace, there was assurance.

Now, in a week where life is not at all like 2012, although busy and stressful--my perspective remains the same.  God is good.  He has given me the perspective of looking at all things with hope, peace and assurance.

On my way back to Memorial Pavilion I caught a sight of this:

Pretty right?  Completely delicate, getting rained on--soaked right through.  Faces upturned to the creator.  It probably wasn't pleasant or comfortable, but the flowers know that they need the rain to grow.  How much more do we need trials for the same growth?