One Door Opens & Another One Closes – Maybe

 

I have often heard that God directs our paths by opening and closing doors.  I am not so sure.

 

Late last night I was at the post office with my little man Brendan and this photo happened before my eyes.  There was nobody else there and I was rummaging through my mail.  When I turned to look at him he was standing in front of the large wall of box doors – opening and closing them just to see what was inside.  He liked the bigger ones the best, but the problem was that he couldn’t remember which he had opened and closed – so he just kept running around in madness and glee.

 

After a few minutes he turned, looked at me, and said, “Look at all these doors!  Why are there so many doors?  What do you think is inside?  Woo – this is a lot of work.”  He then returned to his “work” of exploration.

 

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“You came for us!” Mari blurted out when she opened the door. She called to her sister as I stood on the shaky balcony of the back apartment in the dark. It had taken me a while to find the place and as I stepped inside I could see sheets and bunk beds to make separate spaces for different families partitioned off the room. Mari and her sister had been absent for a couple of weeks from the teen center I directed at the time. “No one has ever come to our house to find us before, “ she told me as I perched on a chair, eager to catch up. She seemed so surprised and glad to see me.

This memory comes to mind as I stand outside another door early in the morning looking for a young man who has asked for help. He came asking for help to overcome some difficulties but now he is impossible to find. I call. I text. I go to his house. I swing by his work. I want him to know I care, that I am following up on his request. I tell myself I’m “stalking” him for Jesus.

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