windows

It is…. a gorgeous sunny day in Medford, Oregon. I’m banked on each side by daylight-streaming windows and the sweetness of early spring ebbing in. My newborn son lies sleeping near the front picture window while I sit soaking in the stillness the short distance away in our dining room near the back window. Window-side seats have always been my favorite. It’s windows that carry this special characteristic about them; one of inspiration. Looking out at something, setting your gaze beyond what’s in front of you—physically and mentally—and gaining a different perspective. Windows do that.

            I need windows. I would go crazy without them. In saying this, I’m identifying the deeper, more introspective kind of “windows”. Physical ones, when given the time of day (ha! Totally pun intended), often lead me to the mental ones. I seek out things outside of my immediate space to ruminate in (and on) simplicity.

            Today I decided to snag a few moments at my dining table next to the back window with a full view of the big, broad one across the room. I opened my devotional (Sarah Young’s Jesus Calling) and found the sweet reminders I needed. He truly does call me through the simple notes in those pages, offering a wide-open window where the fragrant breeze of His Spirit washes through, filling my heart and my senses. The promises of His word come perfectly to me amidst these little bits of stillness while my newbie sleeps and my tot wakes happily upstairs. They come with the sunshine breaking in to my dim apartment. They welcome me to take that look outside and linger there: hopeful, refreshed, and… at rest.

Thank God for windows.