Oh, the joy of looking out a window. This rather forgotten and taken for-granted blessing becomes forefront when life comes to a literal stand-still and you find yourself sitting in a bed looking longingly out at the world passing you by.
2 of our 3 weeks in the hospital have been by a window. Since the shared room is a maze of curtained cubicles, hiding snoring grandpas, the wide view of approaching storm clouds or the fusha pinks of the blooming Crepe Merdle adds colour and depth to the drab days of hospital life.
When part way through our son's stay we requested a bed by a window, the nurses seemed surprised as the hot, August sun combats the air conditioning blowing in. I gravitate to windows and light and sunshine, I assumed everyone else did too.
From this 3rd floor window, in a hospital room badly needing a paint job, we can see two objects of idol worship so commonly seen in Japan. Man made implements seeking safety and blessing from emptiness. One on the ground just below the window and one on a nearby veranda almost hidden by the green of late summer. Both of these were constructed by those who seek help and healing, both of these visited by those hurt and hopeless....both of these give no answers and are silent. As silent as the long, sleepless night next to those snoring grandpas. Those snoring grandpas who desperately need an encounter with their Creator and Healer. The Creator and Healer who fills this hospital room with His comforting presence and grace. And just like the sun shining through the glass that fills the room, the Creator God enlightens our days with needed grace and contentment for yet another weary hospital day ahead.
