Prop Open a Window!

As I sit here typing it is a beautiful spring day. The temperature is just right, not too hot and not too cold. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear my grandmother, God rest her soul, saying, “For heavens sakes, child, prop open a window and let the outside in.” I would, Grandmaw, I’d love, too. Only my windows don’t prop, drats.

My husband and I live in a long brick home on the banks of Lake Providence. It’s a fine old house, built some forty or more years ago. But like most things that are creeping up in years, yours truly included, she has a few issues that need addressing. We get to these things as time and finances allow. Replacing the windows with more efficient models is a project that seems perpetually delayed.

Don’t misunderstand me. I love the floor to ceiling windows across the front of our home, but I’d love them that much more if they actually worked. Sadly, years of paint jobs have them glued shut. And heaven forbid we ever had to use them for an entrance or an exit. We’d be up a creek without a paddle!

I thought about my glued down windows earlier. My friend, Red, and I were talking about the passage in Malachi where the Lord challenges us to prove His faithfulness. If God did double dog dares, this would be it. He basically says, “Try to out give me—- bring me the tithe and see if I don’t open up the windows of heaven and pour out a blessing you can’t contain.” On the other hand, that same verse suggests to me that if we hoard what belongs to the Father, those windows may as well be glued shut. Don’t do it, folks! Like Grandmaw would say, “For heavens sake, child, prop open a window!”

~Shellie