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My father owned a junk yard scrapping metals when I was 8 years old. One day we finished up at the recycle yard and he handed me this slip of paper. He told me to take it to the “Pay Window”. That phrase stuck with me my whole life.
We all have a pay window we go to. On pay day, we go to the pay window. At the casino when you hit it big, you go to that pay window. Even on a spiritual level, we jump for joy at God’s pay window for allowing us to open our eyes and breathe another day.