i saw nothing between me and the view outside, but out of habit reached for the half-filled spray bottle…
quite a bit of “nothing” showed up on the paper towels now crumpled in my hand.
search me, god, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
maybe that’s why we ask...’cause god uses windex.