Yesterday morning, I stood at the kitchen window watching as the sun just started to touch the top of our neighbor’s barn. The pinks blazing across the sky were stunning, but I found myself distracted by the dirty spots on the glass. Water splashed from the kitchen sink dotted the interior of the window, and the last rain shower pocked the exterior. The beauty of the sunrise was suddenly obscured. I begrudgingly added “Clean the windows” to my mental to-do list as I furthered my investigation of the dirty window. “Add the tracks,” I thought. When I looked again at the farm behind my house, the scene had changed. I had missed the subtle and fast transformation from night into day; the time of day I love best.
Standing at the window, watching the last touches of pink make way for the brilliant blue of the clear morning sky, I was caught by a voice in my soul. Be grateful, it reminded, that you have a window to look out. My thoughts shifted to those without a window to look out; those who wish for a chance to be on the other side of a window–the safe side where there is a warm bed and abundant food. I thought about those just doing the best they can to get by, and my heart sank.
Then, I thought about the number of times I have told my girls to “be grateful for what you have” and the times I’ve failed to do just that. Needless to say I no longer saw the spots on my window as I stood there, humbled. Isn’t is funny how gratitude can change our perspective?
Are there spots obscuring your vision today?