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TITLE: Through A Glass Shattered | Previous Challenge Entry
By Linda Lawrence
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I replay the steps in my mind but I’m unsure. However, I’m also unhurt. I don’t see how that’s possible. A sting on my arm, but no broken skin. None of my 77-year-old bones broken. No blood from my head colliding with the shattered window.
I shake my head in frustration that now I have a broken window to deal with. That involves phone calls--which I always dread; and expense which I dread even more.
Standing up I check for what tripped me. I conclude my slick-soled sandal simply slid on the rug. The sandals will go in the Goodwill bag.
I phone Smith Glass and receive the bad news that their company doesn’t deal with broken windows of houses built before the 1970s. Really? Regulations regarding lead paint and double panes are too costly, I’m told. Wow, just as I dreaded. But the receptionist kindly gives me the name of another business in town that might still replace single pane glass windows.
Bob’s Mirror and Glass agree to come and look at the window. As I wait I’m shaking my head again, wondering why the glass didn’t go flying. Why does the window look like a spider web when it isn’t tempered glass? No pieces of glass on the floor and only miniscule specks of glass outside the door. I’ve seen old glass break before—and always with sharp pointed shards. My head should have gone through that window. The shards should have cut my head, my neck . . . maybe my jugular. Oh my! Why didn’t it?
Bob arrives and at first glance is also puzzled, but on closer look discovers window film holding the broken glass in place. Oooh! I gasp. Of course. I forgot that two years before I let a salesman talk me into installing window film on all the windows of the house, supposedly to lessen my utility bills—but actually without much financial benefit. Yet that invisible film may have saved an expensive doctor bill—or even my life.
When Bob leaves, promising to replace the pane with tempered glass, I quickly phone Shirley, my best friend, to tell her what happened. Her head immediately goes to worrying about me and future potential falls. “Doesn’t it scare you . . . thinking how easily something can happen?”
“No! No, I feel safer thinking about how God provided and protected me. He nudged me to agree to the window film when I was asking for wisdom about spending that money. He knows what I dread—but He knows what I need!”
“Oh Linda,” she laughed.”Our minds always go in opposite directions. I start to worry but you . . . you just get thankful!”
I am thankful for the gift of seeing God’s hand in everything. I remember reading about Jesus being the likeness of the invisible God—the One who holds all things together. My invisible film. These days, in my seventies, I’m realizing that I've been blessed with spiritual sight that makes invisible realities more real to me than the visible.
Thank you, Lord, for giving me eyes to see You are my Shield and my Protector.
Colossians 1:13-17
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