Toward the Light

My window garden has been growing, and one thing I can tell about my plants is that they hunger for the light. My large zucchini especially leans over toward the window, almost as if grasping for light shafts.
I pray for my kids, that they, too, will lean toward the light, that they will hunger for the presence of the Lord beyond anything else. I also pray that nothing I do or say will be a shadow between them and the light of the Lord. No impatient outburst or selfish response, no careless neglect or impulse.
It's too easy to be an obstacle. I pray instead to be a window.

Thinking about windows reminds me of lyrics of a Keith Green song:

Stained Glass

We are like windows
Stained with colors of the rainbow
Set in a darkened room
Till the bridegroom comes shining through

Then the colors fall around our feet
Over those we meet
Covering all the gray that we see
Rainbow colors of assorted hues
Come exchange your blues
For his love that you see shining through me

We are his daughters and sons
We are the colorful ones
We are the kids of the king
Rejoice in everything

My colors grow so dim
When I start to fall away from him
But up comes the strongest wind
That he sends to blow me back into his arms again

And then the colors fall around my feet
Over those I meet
Changing all the gray that I see
Rainbow colors of the risen son
Reflect the one
The one who came to set us all free

We are his daughters and sons
We are the colorful ones
We are the kids of the king
Rejoice in everything
We are like windows
Stained with colors of the rainbow
No longer set in a darkened room
Cause the bridegroom wants to shine from you
No longer set in a darkened room
Cause the bridegroom wants to shine from you