When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.
(I can’t tell you why I said that because that would be gossipy and I’ve had to apologize for being gossipy once this week, as well).
I adore that saying. To me it means that when your path seems to have been blocked, look around. There is another way out; you just have to find it. You’re never left without a workable option.
It’s the answer to any problem. It’s the perfect thing to say to someone who’s pouring out their troubles to you. It’s hope and inspiration and a promise that things will get better.
It’s the answer to any problem. It’s the perfect thing to say to someone who’s pouring out their troubles to you. It’s hope and inspiration and a promise that things will get better.
I tried to explain this powerful and inspirational meaning to one of my children. She had a little trouble grasping the abstractness of it all.
“What door?"
"Well, the door is a symbol. It means..."
"Can’t you just open the door?”
“No, honey….The Lord was the one…”
“Why can’t you open the door? Is it stuck?”
“Well, no. It’s just that when the Lord….”
“Then just open the door.”
“I can’t…Because when….”
“Why? When you close a door, I just open it.”
(Jerry Maguire…party of one.)
“The @#$!’n door is locked, okay! There's no key and we can’t open it. We have to find another way. No! There’s no door. That’s it!”
And that concludes our message from the Lord for today.
It is rather poetic, however. Isn’t it always?
As it turns out, her last two baseball games and a practice were canceled on account of the torrent of rain coming down.
And it really bummed her out.
Soccer you can play in the rain. Football you can play in the rain. It’s actually preferred. But, baseball? It’s a little bit more challenging. You hit the ball off the tee and it just kind of lands in the mud pit in front of the batter with a kuushop. It doesn’t go anywhere so no one chases after it. The batter lops down to first base and hopefully gets there without slipping in another mud pit. Then the next kid comes up and hits the ball off the tee and it just kind of lands in the mud pit in front of them with a ….well, you get the picture.
And it really bummed her out.
Soccer you can play in the rain. Football you can play in the rain. It’s actually preferred. But, baseball? It’s a little bit more challenging. You hit the ball off the tee and it just kind of lands in the mud pit in front of the batter with a kuushop. It doesn’t go anywhere so no one chases after it. The batter lops down to first base and hopefully gets there without slipping in another mud pit. Then the next kid comes up and hits the ball off the tee and it just kind of lands in the mud pit in front of them with a ….well, you get the picture.
The poetic part….Alright, I’m getting to it.
The poetic part is that if baseball practice hadn’t been called on account of the rain, she wouldn’t have been sitting in that window glaring up at the sky with those beautiful raindrops framing her face and I wouldn’t have been able to capture this wonderful moment and tell her story and use it for my Project 52 Window Light shot.
Door closed. Window open.
It doesn’t get much simpler than that.
Wishing you all the blessing of an open window and the ability to know it when you see it.
Hugs!
Double L.
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