The Window Seat

This is for you!

The one that sits quiet & comfortable.

Staring across countryside, along roads torn & into eyes that spark uncertainty.

                                                     

                                                           Silently you observe with birds-eye view.

Through crowded streets & quiet souls.  By way of outstretched hands eager to feel your love for just a moment.

Desperation seeps through your own veins as if you are breathing her breath.  Feeling his loss.  Living within their concrete walls.

And at times, it’s almost too much to bear. 

The burden weighs so heavy. 

Hope covers them like a blanket.  And for some, is the only thing that will tonight.

We hold on to this moment.

The beauty of Doxology sung.  Did angels join in when they heard?

Did even our tears gain power in those moments to shake the gates of heaven?

Through joy in the meeting & sadness in the parting He keeps us on task for His work.  For we are the hands & feet.  Surrendering to the calling.

Just beyond the comfort zone He pulls us.

Beyond the walls that protect us.

Out of the window seat.

And into the presence of angels in the flesh.  To hold their hands.  Be enveloped by their hope. 

And yet WE are the ones that learn the most.  That experience Holy Spirit movement. 

And that’s where we find Him. 

Just beyond the edge.

He placed us here in ruin & rubble so our hearts break wide open to a need so great that we will never go back….to our own way of selfish living.

We move beyond the comfort in our own lives to dwell in the comfort of His arms. 

Seeking to understand the things that don’t make sense with human eyes. 

And like the ones that have nothing, seek Him with EVERYTHING that we do have!

Finally, opening our eyes to what is beyond the tinted glass & making what we see be from God’s majestic eyes & through His touch…..

EVERYTHING becomes beautiful.