As I closed the door to the office, I wondered if it was a message to me. I had gone there to pitch myself for a job. It was almost exactly two years ago, and I was feeling a pull for something else. What was that something else, I wasn’t sure? So when you feel that pull, where do you go? To your pastor. Or your BFF, your therapist, the dog or maybe even the local bartender. I am a God kind of girl, so I went to the pastor first. I don’t have a dog, nor a therapist and I was keeping the bartender for the end as my method of last resort. They had plans, a new vision. So as I spoke to one and then another, I asked the question to myself, do their plans include me? It was on that second visit that I remember the door.
I was leaving their office, which is located in a converted home. Being the somewhat timid person I am, I turned around and quietly shut the door, as to not make a loud exit. It was then that the door caught my attention. It closed, as doors tend to do. It was then I thought, is this my answer? Even though we had an excellent meeting, the door closing made an impression. We always pray for a door to be closed to help us make decisions. Our problem is when we see it closed, we then try to slide in through the mail slot.
I think of that door often, when I get frustrated. I have a picture in my mind of that day, as I stood there watching it close. I guess that was not the way for me. So here I am sitting, writing and trying in my own way to open my own door.