The Window

By Jerry Mack Grubbs

A few months ago I attended a scholarship recognition banquet for Katie Campbell. On the printed program was a saying that has remained with me. It states that your view of the world is through your own window. Since that evening I have developed the habit of taking a few moments to look out my bedroom window before going to bed. On most occasions I am filed with gratitude as I look out into the vastness of our world. Sometimes my focus is on roof tops, trees, mountains and clouds. Other times, my focus is on street noises as cars drive by, a few with loud music, others just passing by.

Then there are times when I look out into the expanse of space beyond the moon and stars. It is at these moments when I realize how tiny I am in this vast universe. Tiny doesn't mean helpless. Tiny doesn't mean I can't make a difference. Efforts no matter how small can create good results.

Think of a tiny seed. Who can look at two seeds and determine which will sprout and which will not? Not me. But I can plant both seeds. And when the tender shouts push up through the damp soil, I can care for them.

Each of us is at our individual stage of development and maturity. It is so easy to become judgmental of others because they may not be at the same stage of development as we wish. Some seeds may never sprout and grow into our expectations. As I stand at my window looking at the world before me, I realize that my open window also allows the world to see into my room. What do they see? Do they see kindness in my heart? Is my love of others visible through my countenance? I don't know what others see because their view of me and of the world around them is seen through their own window.

I am thankful for the feelings inside of me that draw me to the window. I am thankful for eyes that allow me to take in the beauty of our world. I am no longer embarrassed when tears of gratitude stream down my cheeks for all those who have influenced my life for good. I often stand by my window and have tears originate in my heart and find their way to my eyes. Many of my tears can trace their beginning in my heart. The acceptance and love of family and friends have caused my tears to make that journey many times. Thank you for the patience and love each of you show me. I think of you often as I stand looking out my window, enjoying the moon and stars and memories of you.