The whole point of this blog is to discuss the windows of our lives. Sadly, as I type these words, I cannot look through one. In a few weeks, this desk, this computer, my dream of writing a book through my windows, will be moved to a new house with new windows. It almost feels wrong to begin this blog at this point in my life. There are so many windows in my past and so many windows in my future. How will I ever get to them all? The only answer can be, God's grace, God's timing, and my willingness to sit down and type it out when He calls. He is calling now.
As I sat at the doctor's office a few months ago, waiting on the nurse to give me a shot to clear my cold, I stared through the small window at the top of the wall. There was no way for me to see anything other than the bright blue sky, the white puffy clouds, and the small jet making its white stream of smoke across the sky. I began thinking, "How many other people are staring out the window at this exact moment? What are they experiencing as they watch that jet zoom through the clouds? Joy? Despair? Grief? Happiness?" Then I thought of all the windows I have gazed through during my 26 years on this earth. From the time we are very small, we see the world through windows. Car windows, plane windows, the windows of our homes, stained glass windows, school windows. We live our lives through windows. That is where this blog is going. I hope I can take you there.
