Doors are funny things.
Sometimes they’re shut.
I’ve had a lot of those kind. Sometimes they slam right in your face, in fact. Knock you down with the ferocity of it.
But for every door that is slammed shut…
there’s one that will open.
Good things come of those open doors.
Maybe it’s just ants on a
Maybe it’s a mini recreation of bfast for a quick bed time snack.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s something great.
I went through a spell where every door was slammed in my face. I was working at a job where, although I loved the people I worked with, I felt stuck. No doors were opening for me, even though I was banging on them. I was searching for a church home, bouncing from place to place every Sunday.
Then, one Sunday my dad took me to a wonderful church. When I walked in, I knew I belonged there. When the friendly church family greeted us with smiles and hugs, I knew. I felt God there. And I felt loved.
Three weeks after that first Sunday at my new church home, a door opened. One of the church members had a job offer for me, that was a perfect fit. It was a promotion from where I was, even!
I thanked God and took the job.
Doors continued to open, and God continued to bless me. I made new friends, and kept the old. Every time I turned around a new experience was waiting to be had, a new door swinging open.
I was reading my bible and praying. Thanking God.
Lately though, the doors haven’t been opening quite as readily. And I haven’t been reading my bible and searching for God like I was.
I’ve felt stumped about things. Fearful. Doors have been shut. And I’ve looked in the wrong places for answers.
Not to God.
I realized just how long it had been since I had done that. Just connected with God. Lived in the moment.
Not wondering what was around the next corner. What was in the future. What new door was waiting to be opened in my life.
In all my wondering and waiting, I had forgotten to look for the doors God wanted to open in me.
Luke 11:9 (The Message)
Here’s what I’m saying: Ask and you’ll get; Seek and you’ll find; Knock and the door will open.
I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.
And the only way I’m going to find out is by trusting Him. Seeking Him. Reading His words. And walking through those doors when he opens them. Because for every door that is shut, He opens another.