We’ve been dealing with a huge bee/wasp problem for quite some time now. Housing did not install screens in our windows (as they expect us to install them ourselves) and there must be a nest close to our living room window. Multiple times a-day I usher bees/wasps out the window. Then I’ll close the windows – a few minutes later it gets sweltering hot inside (no air conditioning here) so I’ll open the windows – and in come the bees/wasps again. It is the most frustrating never ending battle. Luke is scared of them – and I’m worried that he or Will will get stung as they zoom around the living room. Some are aggressive – others are just in search of food. It seems there is no rest from escorting them out of the house – and anytime we go outside we seem to encounter the same problem (which equals a melt down by Luke.)I’ve told Luke to tell me when he sees a bee come into the house so that I can promptly show it the window. He’s really good at it. “Bee come in” he’ll say. So the other day as I was putting him in his car seat in the car he said, “Bee window.” I immediately looked at the windshield to try and locate the bee that must have flown in the car (silently shaking my fist and gritting my teeth at the pesky creature.) I didn’t see it. Luke continued pointing right at the window, “Bee…bee.” He did not seem too upset (thankfully) and I still couldn’t locate anything buzzing around the windshield. So I walked to the front of the car to see if there was a bee on the outside of the window. Nothing. Yet Luke is still pointing and saying – “bee wight dare (bee right there).” I looked and looked – I tried to follow his eyes and his pointing finger. Nothing. What was I missing here? Finally – I looked past the windshield and saw quite a few bees in the grass and flowers just in front of the car. Ah ha! He saw the bees THROUGH the window and was just pointing them out to me so I would know.
As I looked at the bees through the windshield I was humored by how near-sighted I was while Luke was clearly persistent in showing me what he saw. He was pointing right at the bees – and I was looking in the right direction – but my focus stopped at the windshield. I did not look through the clear glass. I just looked at it. The picture was clear – I was just focusing on the wrong part. It made me wonder how many times God points out things in my life - right in front of me – right on the very path I walk– and I don’t see them because I don’t look past the “windshield.” It makes me wonder how much clearer the picture would be if I looked beyond the confines of my “windows.” Maybe I wouldn’t stumble so much if I just looked further ahead! =)
I pray that I will begin to see beyond my windshield!