Recently I had been searching for the living among the dead, looking into tombs of old things for new life. And it left me empty and sad and angry. Doors closing on the life I knew. Doors I wanted to remain open. I wanted to be the person I was, healthier, more vibrant, stronger.
But other doors were opened to me, to the me I now am. Perhaps weaker, but relying more on power beyond my own. Perhaps dimmer, but quieted to His presence. Doors flinging open into the new life He has for me. To the bright light of who He is and what I can be if I but follow.
I am ever thankful for the gifts He brings, the joy of His presence and power in all my moments... for doors closing and for doors opening and for stones rolled away and for empty tombs and for life, precious life...
- the Word
- doors closing
- doors opening