Running Into Closed Doors

There's a girl walking down a long, dark hallway. Every few strides there are open doors off to the side. Doors promising hope of finally getting out of this never-ending hall. So she breathes deeply and walks up to the closest door. Maybe this time the door will stay open long enough for her to walk through. But it closes just as she is ready to enter. She knocks on the door... yanks on the handles trying to pull it open... and it won't budge. It's not going to let her in. Soooo she probably wants to throw a tantrum right there. And let's be real here... she probably does (or has already in the other slammed-door encounters along the way).

After composing herself, she walks on.

I hate it when that happens, don't you? But you know the good thing about closed doors in life? There's a pretty clear answer! Yea, it doesn't really give you that warm fuzzy feeling inside, but it's an answer nonetheless. I am always searching for "the answer" in life's adventures. It's good to remember that a "no" is as valid an answer as a "yes". And it's way more clear than a "maybe".

So today, while it's not always an enjoyable thing, I am thankful for closed doors. God provides these as much as the open doors. And it means that what lies ahead is better. Hey, open door! I can't wait to walk through you.