Also, on a much heavier topic, here's a post I wrote for the Compassion blog on human trafficking.
Now on to the real topic.
I mentioned in May how we had a new neighbor: a port-a-potty and two dumpsters. Crews have been painting the apartment complex for the past two months, using our view as their homebase. They pull up outside our apartment every morning at 7:30 and have their lunches here to pumping Mexican polka and amuse us with their whistling at quittin' time. They're quite a fixture.
I noticed something interesting happening to my vision since they moved in. When I used to look out our window, I would look out on the long view of the mountains and the trees. Those are still there, unobstructed. But now all I see when I look out my window is the trash and the port-a-potty and the various debris thrown around each day.
How like life. Instead of focusing on the beautiful long view of life, all the beauty in what I have and what I experience and what surrounds me, without even thinking about it, all I notice is what's close and ugly and unwanted. I want instead to choose to focus on whatever is lovely, pure, and praiseworthy.
And not only what is lovely in this life. This life will always have a share of the unwanted and ugly. How often I forget, as the old song goes, that: This world is not my home, I'm just-a-passing through; My pleasure and my hopes are placed beyond the blue.