The Closed Door.
Something kinda strange came to me the other day while I was facing a closed door.
Just to back up here, the words "closed door" have never been my favorite expression or experience to face in life. I usually think of it of something that impedes my steps and keeps me from doing something that I want too. Do you ever feel that way? Often times, when God has closed the door to something, I react more with hurt and disappointment rather than being thankful that God is actually protecting me and guiding my life.
For example, I remember seeing this guy at a retreat in Europe and really liking what I saw. He was handsome, strong, and had a great smile. I remember thinking, "I could totally go for that guy". I know it might sound odd, but I prayed about every guy that God allowed in my life. So true to my habit, I began to pray about him. Almost immediately, when I asked God about him, I received a "No" in my heart. (The crazy thing is, I didn't even know the guy or anything about him, I just kinda kept looking at him when he was in my area. Honestly, I wasn't stalking, I was admiring :)) Well, I was so mad when I felt God put on my heart that he was a closed door. I remember walking back to my room totally frustrated. He was so cute though. So another closed door on that guy. I wasn't happy. I stared in a tirade of sorrow; I felt that God would never bring a husband my way and that he kept all the "hot ones" away. "Thanks for another closed door, God", I sneered.
Anyway, a little later I was actually introduced to that guy. I started to laugh inside and I remember finally thanking God for his guidance after I was introduced to him. He barely even spoke english. Right, I was going for someone that I would have to speak through and interpreter to talk to him. LOL God does know best.
Anyway, I got off on a tangent....
Okay, so for the closed doors.
As a mom, I am beginning to appreciate them in a completely different fashion.
I was staring at a closed door the other day, I was the only one in the room and the rest of my family were hyperly shouting and running all over the place. I remember feeling the craziness of the clamor starting to get to me even behind the closed door.
Then I saw the closed door. A light turned on. Oh, the closed door is my friend, now. This little door is keeping all the whirlwind away. I looked around me and everything inside the room was peaceful and quiet. Oh, wow, this is beginning to be real nice. I think, I really think, I know I am, I really am beginning to think that I enjoy closed doors know. LOL.
They keep out the craziness, at least for a minute.
Something kinda strange came to me the other day while I was facing a closed door.
Just to back up here, the words "closed door" have never been my favorite expression or experience to face in life. I usually think of it of something that impedes my steps and keeps me from doing something that I want too. Do you ever feel that way? Often times, when God has closed the door to something, I react more with hurt and disappointment rather than being thankful that God is actually protecting me and guiding my life.
For example, I remember seeing this guy at a retreat in Europe and really liking what I saw. He was handsome, strong, and had a great smile. I remember thinking, "I could totally go for that guy". I know it might sound odd, but I prayed about every guy that God allowed in my life. So true to my habit, I began to pray about him. Almost immediately, when I asked God about him, I received a "No" in my heart. (The crazy thing is, I didn't even know the guy or anything about him, I just kinda kept looking at him when he was in my area. Honestly, I wasn't stalking, I was admiring :)) Well, I was so mad when I felt God put on my heart that he was a closed door. I remember walking back to my room totally frustrated. He was so cute though. So another closed door on that guy. I wasn't happy. I stared in a tirade of sorrow; I felt that God would never bring a husband my way and that he kept all the "hot ones" away. "Thanks for another closed door, God", I sneered.
Anyway, a little later I was actually introduced to that guy. I started to laugh inside and I remember finally thanking God for his guidance after I was introduced to him. He barely even spoke english. Right, I was going for someone that I would have to speak through and interpreter to talk to him. LOL God does know best.
Anyway, I got off on a tangent....
Okay, so for the closed doors.
As a mom, I am beginning to appreciate them in a completely different fashion.
I was staring at a closed door the other day, I was the only one in the room and the rest of my family were hyperly shouting and running all over the place. I remember feeling the craziness of the clamor starting to get to me even behind the closed door.
Then I saw the closed door. A light turned on. Oh, the closed door is my friend, now. This little door is keeping all the whirlwind away. I looked around me and everything inside the room was peaceful and quiet. Oh, wow, this is beginning to be real nice. I think, I really think, I know I am, I really am beginning to think that I enjoy closed doors know. LOL.
They keep out the craziness, at least for a minute.
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