When a door you wished was open closes firmly in your face, comfort can be found in knowing that God was holding the knob. And I thank Him for that!
A door closed today. It felt final and strangely ricoheting. Yet God's familar timing may
open a better door when He wants it...
My husband is a GP, and last night he commented to some friends about the new wallpaper at the local dementa resthome in town. The staff had covered the entrance door with bookshelf wallpaper and now the confused
residents do not hang around the hallway to try to sneak out. The idea was genius and simple and the door is still fully usable!
Perhaps God covers some doors with wallpaper for us because we live in confusion of His plan for
our safety. Perhaps He does this so we do not hang around wowfully waiting for the life on the other side. Perhaps He is going to open some doors for Him to come in only, and not us to go through at all.
I might have cried over my closed door,
but I also felt a sense of relief. I have too much growing and changing to do, and have made too many mistakes to feel ready for what that door might have meant had it been opened. God is supreme, and I thank those who considered and reviewed the doors position.
I appreciate the time that must have taken. Blessings and joy!