Windows

I live in an apartment. My windows all face east. There is no view to the west. Storms and clouds, wind and rain, the brightening sky after the rain, all are blown across the land by the west wind. Most days, I see from my windows not what is coming, but what already is. “The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.” [John3:8a]

Go in peace to love and and serve The Lord!

Josh