It all depends on your viewpoint.  I’m thinking that we all look out at life through our window of beliefs.  “I’m a victim” will certainly be a window with a limited perspective–little holes of sight with narrow choices.  “The world is my oyster” belief probably needs to keep the window washed often.  Human life just natural gathers dust and rain drips and splatters of dirt.

Today my window is covered with water from melting frost.  All I can see are shapes and colors.  But I recognize that the sun is out and the sky is clear.  Maybe that’s a way to see my faith.  Even when the shades are pulled and I’m determined to be negative, inert and morose, I know the trees and stars are still out there.  When my window on the world is covered with splattered mud from a mistake or insecurity, I have the tools to wash it down.

And whether the window is clear or not, I am grateful for the trust that I can go outside and take a walk, no matter what the weather.  “Come walk with me,” She says.  “Let us be like the nodding hopping sparrows and the firm wet grass–heaven’s play.”