Today I finally had had enough. I grabbed a Clorox kitchen wipe –wiped the window. Yuck. Made it worse –very streaky. Next I tried a bottle of my favorite cleaner –sprayed too much on the window –made it even worse. Now instead of looking through a few streaks, I’m trying to sort through a myriad of massive streaks. What now? I grabbed a dry paper towel –wiped the window several times. A little better –but still not streak-free. Finally, I grabbed a wet paper towel –wiped the window with plain old tap water. (Which in our case is spring-fed well water which tastes like fresh mountain spring water which we’ve threatened to use to start our own bottling company...but, I digress). Anyway....the plain water did the trick. No more streaks.
The view outside is so much nicer without the streaks. I was going somewhere with this –let me try to remember where....oh yeah, For so long, I had been content to view my world through a dirty, streaked up window. Every day –looking at life through the murk. Then I decided to clean things up a bit –I went gung ho –sprayed a whole lot of cleaning garbage on the window and wiped and wiped and wiped some more which only resulted in a bigger mess. Finally –I went for the simple solution. Water. Just plain water.
My life lately is a lot like that view from the window. For so long, I had been content to look through the gunk and the junk –thinking that what I was seeing on the other side was a magnificent view. But it was clouded by gunk and junk and, as Olivia would say, a sticky, icky, gooey, yucky, ucky, eewy mess. So –I vigorously got to the job of cleaning it –myself –with all the best cleaners on the market. Didn’t work. Made things worse. Now I have more of a mess to clean. Finally –the simple solution that was there all the time....I go for the water —the Living Water. I allow the simple healing water of the Lord to clean my window.....I can't do the cleaning myself with all the heavy-duty cleaning "stuff" that I'm sure will accomplish the task. Only God can clean the window.
Wow —what a view!
When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known. --I Corinthians 13:11