One More Day

Tonight, it seems, you may open a window of the soul in our world that has been locked. For good reason. We still don't know why to open it. Why tonight? Why this window? Faith keeps dragging us over to it, putting our hands on it.

"It could be argued that to open the possibility of God's speaking through other means than the clear teaching of Scripture is to let in all sorts of confusion. After all, a window lets in pollen along with the breeze, flies along with the sunshine, the cackle of crows along with the cooing of doves.
If that were your argument, I would have to agree.
But if we want fresh air, we have to be willing to live with a few flies.
Of course, we can shut out the flies and the pollen and the cackle of crows. And if a clean and quiet house is what's most important to us, perhaps that is what we should do. But if we do, we also shut out so much of the warmth, so much of the fragrance, so many of the sweet songs that may be calling us.
The flies are all obvious, but what besides the flies is coming through those windows?
What is God saying to us there?" Ken Gire from Windows of the Soul

We never have needed most of the things a lot of other people ache to have, which is strange. As for the things we do need, many others aren't even aware that such aspirations should ever be, and that is strange, too. The open windows...why even going out and sleeping under the stars themselves...these have always been our way of communing with God. Not to neglect the Scriptures, oh no; but to read them in a comfy chair near that open window, sometimes catching ourselves frozen in a moment of reflection, our eyes on something in the distant horizon, something we saw or heard that caught our eye and made a connection. The only difference is that we open the window ourselves this time, instead of it blowing open and forcing us to look out at the beauty and devastation there past the windowsill. We are mature enough to choose to open it now.

I don't at all understand the purpose of the premonitions of endings you're having...maybe we should say changes...in the way we know each other...transitions from life to life...but I, too, see the trend in your dreams. Opening this window has something to do with it, maybe everything. I, too, stand in gratitude saying to God as we wake each morning, "one more day," that He has granted us to have this incredible love. If ever one of us is on the other side of the window, I want to have practiced opening it--even in this state of trepidation--to receive what might be given from that place beyond.

Now, before I start foaming at the mouth and gnawing on a tree, like Heathcliff when he raved over the loss of his beloved Catherine in Wuthering Heights, I'll get on with preparing for today.
One more day.