About a year ago I woke up early one morning and saw the strangest sight.
Condensation had collected on one of my bedroom windows. Etched in the condensation were two perfectly drawn circles.
They were joined at the center and looked exactly like two wedding bands.
I stared at this marking on my window and tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. I could not for the life of me figure out how two perfect circles could have gotten drawn into the condensation of my very high up bedroom window.
Later that day I went back to look at the window but the hot afternoon sun had long since caused the window to dry out. The wedding bands were gone.
For days I looked for their return, waking each morning eager to see them and ponder their existence. But when the days turned into weeks I eventually stopped looking.
Then one morning they reappeared.
Only this time they were there for several mornings straight. Each morning when my eyes would open, the two etched wedding bands were the first thing I'd see.
On about the fourth morning as I stared at this strange phenomenon my heart started aching. There was a kind of urgency suddenly pulsing through my chest. I tried to brush it off but couldn't quite shake the feeling.
It was a conviction. But not a condemning kind of conviction. Rather a tender one.
A tender conviction to love my husband more intentionally. And not just in the convenient ways. But in the inconvenient as well. In ways that take a little more thought... intentionality... and effort.
Ways that are easy to let slip when the everyday urgencies seem to take precedence. Seem more important.
So, I mentally made all kinds of promises and grand plans for a priority overhaul. And for a few days, I did great.
But then life... lots of life. Nothing bad. Lots of good. Lots of distractions. The window circles soon disappeared and so did my resolve. All my good intentions slipped back into a comfortable getting by of sorts.
Well, at the risk of starting to sound like a Hallmark movie, the circles are back.
I don't want to sound presumptuous. But the circles seem so perfectly drawn. And so perfectly timed.
Do you think that maybe, just maybe, Love of the most Divine kind has tipped down to touch an ordinary glass window?
Condensation had collected on one of my bedroom windows. Etched in the condensation were two perfectly drawn circles.
They were joined at the center and looked exactly like two wedding bands.
I stared at this marking on my window and tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. I could not for the life of me figure out how two perfect circles could have gotten drawn into the condensation of my very high up bedroom window.
Later that day I went back to look at the window but the hot afternoon sun had long since caused the window to dry out. The wedding bands were gone.
For days I looked for their return, waking each morning eager to see them and ponder their existence. But when the days turned into weeks I eventually stopped looking.
Then one morning they reappeared.
Only this time they were there for several mornings straight. Each morning when my eyes would open, the two etched wedding bands were the first thing I'd see.
On about the fourth morning as I stared at this strange phenomenon my heart started aching. There was a kind of urgency suddenly pulsing through my chest. I tried to brush it off but couldn't quite shake the feeling.
It was a conviction. But not a condemning kind of conviction. Rather a tender one.
A tender conviction to love my husband more intentionally. And not just in the convenient ways. But in the inconvenient as well. In ways that take a little more thought... intentionality... and effort.
Ways that are easy to let slip when the everyday urgencies seem to take precedence. Seem more important.
So, I mentally made all kinds of promises and grand plans for a priority overhaul. And for a few days, I did great.
But then life... lots of life. Nothing bad. Lots of good. Lots of distractions. The window circles soon disappeared and so did my resolve. All my good intentions slipped back into a comfortable getting by of sorts.
Well, at the risk of starting to sound like a Hallmark movie, the circles are back.
I don't want to sound presumptuous. But the circles seem so perfectly drawn. And so perfectly timed.
Do you think that maybe, just maybe, Love of the most Divine kind has tipped down to touch an ordinary glass window?
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