Chris bought me a stained glass window a few years ago. I loved the old, splintered wood frame and the simple shapes and colors of the flowers. Every time I looked at it, it made me smile. (but I forgot to include it as one of my favourite things in yesterday’s blog)
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 so we eventually resigned to hanging it over the work bench in our spider web infested boat house. Once again, this window needed a better place to showcase its potential.
It’s been two years since we moved here and periodically, I have mentioned to Chris that I really miss looking at the stained glass window. I have walked around the house numerous times, looking for “creative opportunities” that we haven’t yet considered but there has always been a seemingly good reason why it “just won’t work” – mostly because the various window frames aren’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 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. I know I do.
I need to be reminded that God has a plan… a perfect place for me where I can shine.
Taking this past year to blog and write a book has been a”dormer window” experience – the perfect place for me.
As I pray about the future, about finding a good part time job that will allow me chunks of time to continue writing, my stained glass window reminds me to look up and believe God to lead me to the perfect place.
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well. John Greenleaf Whittier