My stained glass story is far less significant, except to me.
Our first home was a Victorian home with four bay windows, beveled glass window facing east that shot rainbows across the dining room and living room floors, and a 2x2 foot stained glass window at the landing between the first floor and the second. We loved the home, although it was old, built in 1906.
I lost my job in Cleveland and got one in Peoria. We had a week to find a house. We looked at 20 homes in 3 days. Nothing was right. Then we found this home with a beautiful addition to the dining room, paneled in cedar with a jacuzzi in it, four skylights and ten vertical windows. That sold us the house.
After we agreed to buy it, we walked out the house and I noticed by the front door, two stained glass windows of lilies. I took it as a sign from God this was to be our home. I hadn’t prayed for glass windows but God gave them any way.
After 33 years, I’m still happy here.
I love stories, and story-tellers, which overtly recognize God’s unexpected benevolence.
It sounds LOVELY!
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