Chris bought me a stained glass window a few years ago. I loved the old, splintered wood frame and the simple design.
In our town house, this beautiful gift hung in the living room, but it was tucked away in the corner. The sun shone through it in the mornings but I always thought it deserved a better home. When Chris and I moved to Beaverton, we hemmed and hawed about which window to hang it in but couldn’t find a suitable place. Eventually, we resigned to hang it over the work bench in our spider web-infested boat house but I knew this window needed a better place to showcase its potential. I continued to walk around the house, looking for “creative opportunities” that I hadn’t yet considered but there was always a seemingly good reason why it just wouldn’t work – mostly because the various window frames weren’t the proper size.
One early morning, as I was shuffling down the stairs, I looked up. The dormer window was the perfect place.
Sometimes, it takes a while to figure out and settle into where we belong.
Sometimes, we’re so busy looking around for a perceived good fit that we forget to look up. We miss opportunities because we limit ourselves or the opposite can also happen – we become physically and emotionally fatigued because we take on too much. Both situations put us in a place where we miss God’s “fit” and His peace.
I know I do.
It took a while to find the perfect place in our home for this stained glass window and it took some wrong locations to appreciate the right one. I know very well what it feels like to be in the wrong place – perhaps even for the right reason – and it often results in a unsettled spirit.
Yet, it doesn’t have to be this way.
I’m Ok with sitting in this place of “healthy confusion” for a time, believing that as I settle into silence and wait for Him (which is so very difficult for me to do), clarity will come.
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well. John Greenleaf Whittier