When one door closes…

My parents, after 34 years of living in the same house, got a new front door.
No big deal really…
Until I stood in front of it and realized that the key I used since I was 14 years old wasn’t going to fit anymore.
And the key that they gave my boyfriend when he was 18, wasn’t going to fit when he came down to pick up our children.

I got very sentimental in that moment.
I started thinking about all the things that had walked through that door.
8 year old me when I was running away from the helicopter flying over head that was surely there to gun me down. ūüôā
Preteen me bringing one of my grandparents home when they came to live with us.
16 year old me driving to my first job at Things Remembered at the Ashland Town Center.
My mom standing and flashing to porch lamp at 17 year old me making out with Jason in the driveway.
Countless dances, dates, first days of school, returns home from college, visits from the hospital with babies, dying parents, church services…the list is too long.
The door wasn’t all that grand.¬† Just a solid wood door painted hunter green (because at one time hunter green was THE color to do things in) and at the bottom it had dried sap crusted on it.
The handle was worn but held so many memories.
I’ve only lived in 5 places in my life.

My home until I was 3.

My home until I was 3.

The home for the majority of my growin up.

The home for the majority of my growin up.

Georgetown College held Knight and Pierce Halls for me.

Georgetown College held Knight and Pierce Halls for me.

This door brought home a newlywed couple and 2 baby boys.

This door brought home a newlywed couple, a sassy Bassett Hound and 2 baby boys.

This home brought two baby girls  with more memories on the way.

This home brought two baby girls with more memories on the way.

I looked up “door” in the Bible to see what the Lord had to say about doors.¬† And He was pretty serious about them.¬† In the NIV version the word door is mentioned 154 times…
…sin can crouch in it—Genesis
…it can be shut, opened, broken down—Genesis
…blood sacrifice can cover it—Exodus
…can be a place of death for sinners—Deuteronomy
…can be held by doorkeepers—1 Chronicles
…can make entrance for a mouth, womb, heart, —Job, Psalm
…can be a passage of hope—Hosea
…if you ask, seek, and knock it will be opened–Matthew
…is a Narrow Door—Luke
…is a door of faith—Acts
…a door of effective work—1 Corinthians

Now, the doors on the places I mentioned where I lived held an obvious mission. The family, blood related and not, were part of me.  But what about the doors that I walk through completely unconsciously, so a part of my routine that their significance has been completely lost on me?

Kroger…where there’s a buggy man who is SO grouchy he literally yells at people for being in his way or being on the phone.
Work…where there are some disrespectful kids who come to school because they have to but realize that once they are there, it’s the best part of their day.
Little Caesars…where there is a guy who is ridiculously nice and a wonderful person and totally makes my day, but¬†I¬†know goes home to a whole¬†lotta sin.
My neighborhood…passing by the lady who just goes through the motions of life and seems so incredibly lonely that it is heartbreaking to see her.

Just four examples of the hundreds if not thousands of doors I go through in a week.
What am I doing when passing through those doors?  Not necessarily making memories like I do when I pass through the door frame of my home, but I certainly could be making the ETERNITY of someone so desperate for Christ.
If only I would open my mouth and share with them what I know.

Because in fact, Revelation 3:8 speaks of the ONLY door that matters in life and death:

“I know your deeds. See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name.”

Here’s to new doors that matter¬†being opened.

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