Outwardly Rusting…
High on the portion of the wall adjacent to the chimney of our neighbor’s home is a vent to the attic. The vent would hardly be noticeable, except for the old grate covering it. With the passing of years, snow and rain have caused the metal grate to rust, staining the light gray wall. Since our homes are close together, that wall is the main view I have out the window above my desk in our spare bedroom. If I look upward past the rusty grate and beyond the peak of the roof, there is a patch of sky that is visible. Each morning after getting up, I go into that bedroom, raise the dilapidated venetian blinds over the window and spend time looking at the sky, reflecting on God’s greatness, His power and the beauty in His creation. Several years ago, as I was looking out the window one morning, a slight movement caught my eye. That’s when I discovered that there was a secret behind the old grate. As I focused more intently on it, a small brown head popped out between the rusty sl...
