2005-11-18 - Childhood Memories

It wasn't something I daydreamed about. It wasn't the first thing I thought of walking home from school. It wasn't the standard shape or size of other windows found throughout the house. This window was unique; it captured a piece of my life. Although an inanimate object, the window was similar to God; it was all-seeing and all-knowing.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the LORD, "My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust." Psalm 91:1-2 (RSV)

The window was a silent camera into my childhood home's lime shingles and black door. One furry member of the family claimed the window view as her domain. Our sheepdog would bark if she saw anyone suspicious. It was a comfort to know God was our ultimate protector.

For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence; Verse 3

The window was a quiet audience, never revealing what it saw. It was never asked advice, never minded when a dog's breath would evade its glass, and it never cried out, wanting to be wiped clean of fingerprints and streaks. God also saw the happenings of the house. It wasn't until my parents put the house up for sale, that I began to consistently turn to God as my dependable listener and confidant.

When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will rescue him and honor him. With long life, I will satisfy him, and show him my salvation. Verses 15-16

Lord, I can't be complete without You. Thank You for being a constant and permanent part of my life. I want You to oversee my thoughts, words and actions. I pray these things in Jesus' name, Amen.

Lisa

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