The Window

It’s my place.  The place where I feel closest to Him, especially during those really early hours before the sun comes up.  Sometimes when that glow of light we call the moon is aiming right through my window, I feel as if He’s tuned it like a spotlight, purposely in my direction.  I feel as if He’s been sitting behind that light just waiting for me to come into view.  He doesn’t look for me to kneel.  He doesn’t look for me to bow my head or even close my eyes.  It’s just Him and me.  I sit there, Indian style on the floor, in His view….  There I sit and just pour out my heart.  I admit sometimes I get so caught up in my rambling that I forget to sit and listen to what He might have to say to me.  Yes, the window is the perfect spot for my quiet time with Him.  This is the place where everything else around me is just completely shut out.  There is no need for formalities, no recitals of another person’s words.

It is at the window that I converse with Him just as I would with you.  Sometimes at the window there is just complete silence.  Sometimes there are tears…perhaps tears of pain, tears of regret, tears induced by the overwhelming knowledge and heartfelt sense of His forgiveness.  And yes, even tears of joy.  At the window there may even be times when that spotlight of heaven captures me in the midst of song.  To think He would allow me to serenade Him when He has an audience of angelic voices to surround His throne.

           Whatever the case may be….  No matter how much I have to say or how little I have to say, at the window I always know that place is extra special for my time with Him.  For it is at the window that I sense His heart as He touches mine.