Sometimes You Need a Window

In the early morn today, I leaned toward the bathroom window. 

I could feel the negative six air trying to make its way in. 

Could see the frost along the edges. 

I peered out to see what that kind of cold looks like.

And I was grateful for the window. 

How hard would it be to live in a house without windows?

In a place where we didn't know what lay beyond?

In a place where we couldn't see what the outside held before we stepped into it?

But, isn't life just like a house without windows sometimes?

Don't we sit in some seasons, waiting for a window to our future?

Waiting to know what the next part of our life holds for us?

THAT is a hard place.

It's the waiting place and it's unsettling and stirring and stressful. 

But, it's also the place of  the growing, the process, the maturity.

It's the place where character is built and 

trust is necessary. 

Trust is the opposite of fear and that's where we are meant to walk.

And soon enough...

the waiting ends

there is an opening,

a place to step into. 

Whatever you are waiting on?

Whatever window you need?

It's coming.

It's coming.