Sunlight streams through my dirty windows, lighting my face and warming my chilled body. It is a metaphor—these brilliant rays unhindered by the layers of dust and fingerprints on clouded panes.
My life is so like these dirty windows, smudged and tarnished by a harsh world and my own bad choices. How often have I left the routine maintenance of my soul and spirit undone, while I wrapped myself in a never-ending cycle of busyness and lethargy.
Yet God breaks in, refusing to be stopped by my unkempt condition. He shines brightly into my soiled being, illuminating the darkest corners and warming my sin-wearied heart. With might and power, knowledge and love, he breaks through my fear and resistance to set me gently back on the path he had already determined for me.
