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The Quiet World Outside the Window

There is something quietly reflective about looking out a window.

It is one of the few moments in life where we pause without necessarily meaning to.

Perhaps we are holding a cup of coffee. Perhaps we are simply resting for a moment, and our eyes drift toward the glass. Sometimes windows help us focus by shutting out the noise around us, or perhaps they simply provide a different scenery than our current environment.

Windows can help us reflect on things that are positive or comforting, or even simply help us take a few deep breaths.

I have a type of window in my house that does exactly that. It takes me to another realm, much like My Anywhere But Here does. However, my window is not a true window. It is a print of one. It has a prime spot in my home—one where every day I can see it and remind myself that life’s struggles do not have to consume us.

Sometimes what we see outside our windows carries quiet reminders.

My mother, many years ago, was praying in her kitchen while gazing out the window by her sink. She said, “Oh Lord, do you really hear me and know me?” She continued, “If you hear me, could you put a little red bird right on that branch?” She pointed to a pine tree a little distance from the window.

She sighed.

And as she sighed, a red cardinal came down from the sky and landed on that very branch, looking straight up at her and chirping—as if to say, I hear you. You are not alone. Do not fret.

Just focus on the bird.

I shall bring calm to you.

So my painted window has birds—and even some red birds—because I do believe in symbolism and that God can reassure us in the most unexpected and gentlest ways.

Sometimes those reminders encourage us to look outward. For sometimes in looking outward, we drift inward—into the deeper parts of our soul—and we learn not to carry so many burdens.

We learn to lighten the load.

A bird crossing the sky, or even resting quietly on a branch, can remind us that freedom still exists somewhere beyond our immediate worries.

In its own quiet way, a window can become a small “My Anywhere But Here” moment.

Not because we are escaping life, but because for a moment we are stepping outside the immediate weight of it.

The view beyond the glass reminds us that the world is still turning, still unfolding, still moving forward.

Perhaps that is the quiet gift of a window.

It does not demand anything from us.

It simply allows us to observe.

And sometimes, in that small act of watching the world continue beyond the glass, we are reminded that life is larger than whatever moment we currently find ourselves in.

Sometimes the simplest pause — standing quietly at a window — is enough to restore a little balance to the heart.