This is not the third window of Chesterton/Janet Erskine Stuart, referenced in a post a few weeks back. It is not the window on the world, the window of opportunity, or even a Rear Window. And yet, for me, today, this is a window of salvation that affords a view beyond where I am at the present moment.
This window is in the public library I found in the town where I am staying…it is a window out, and a window in… A window in toward a familiar warmth of surroundings, good sockets, and free wifi…helpful people, a pleasant buzz of quiet chatter, and the occasional papery flick as a story progresses. A window out, beyond range of my sight and reach of my arms.
It has not been a good day, in spite of varying interpretations of what that might mean. Though, I can also say that gratitude fills the writing I did this morning. Gratitude for the love and accompaniment of friends who are with me on this journey, gratitude for the extraordinary love of God that wraps me in the fragrant steam of bergamot that rises from the Earl Grey I held earlier to warm my hands and spirit.
I yearn to see beyond on days like this…to see past the moment while also being present to the moment, reminding myself of both “here I am” and “there also I will be.” … to know with the deep sigh of knowing that things might not be better or nice or done up neat and tidy there either.
…and to be okay with that, to say Amen and thank you and go forward with wafts of bergamot steaming gently at my fingertips.