from My WINDOW NEW

Often we expect our life as believers to be “through the window.”

The silicon and sometimes plastic allows me to see:

• the deer dash from one wooded creek bed to another
• the gray squirrel pull new grass blades and nibble … nibble
• the planes approaching their final approach with the slowing of their turbin blades
• the many vehicles that use our drive way as a turn-around
• the trees … grass … clouds …
• the visitors coming toward the new office door