Two people who I love dearly are facing closed doors right now. Closed and locked. It's not easy to watch. On the other hand, I have a new appreciation for closed doors.
I used to think that closed doors meant God was sitting in Heaven purposely slamming doors just to see how I would react. And since my reaction usually involved a complete meltdown, I imagined Him laughing at my immaturity. How sad.
That's not to say I now face every closed door with a smile and joyfully go skipping off to find an open door. But I do know my Heavenly Father doesn't delight in putting obstacles in my way, anticipating some crazy door pounding, theatrical tantrum as I try without success to open a locked-and-thrown-away-the-key door.
So, I'm sorry, dear ones, I'm not praying for those doors to open. They may. I am, however, praying that you would see God's goodness and His plan for you in the midst of closed doors. I'm praying that your faith would not waver; that your view of God would be accurate and genuine. I pray that you would see the new path for what it is; better than anything you could have imagined for yourself.
Press on!
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