When one door closes, another opens,
but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us. ~ Alexander Graham Bell
We've all heard the first part of that quote. We may have even said it to someone going through a difficult time. To me, the first part of the quote points to faith - faith that God will move us on from our present situation and that we won't be stuck "here" forever. And I do believe that. I believe that an open door is there. I just have to have eyes to see it.
The second part of the quote requires work on our part. We have to be able to focus and see through the fog that hellish trials leave us in. We have to take our eyes off of ourselves and our "now" closed doors, to look ahead at the future - to the somewhere, where a door is open.
When I was a child, wallowing became one of my coping mechanisms. No one in the family seemed to empathize with what I was going through so, for days and weeks I would stare at "the closed door" in my life. It was my way of caring for myself; but truthfully, it was like I was stuck knee-deep in mud. As a new bride, I would tell my husband, "Leave me alone, I want to wallow." Can you imagine that I actually would say that to him, as he would try to help me see an "open door" in the midst of our trial?
And my wallowing would go on and on and on until I finally got sick and tired of being STUCK in my circumstances. And out of the fog I would come.
When I met Jesus, I was quickly convicted that He did not want me to wallow. So, I worked long and hard - through infernal circumstances - to overcome this particular character flaw - to think positive and look ahead; to search for that newly opened door. But, I must admit: once in a while, I seem to revert back to the old comfort zone. Sometimes, it's major work on my part - more work than I sometimes feel I have the strength for. So, I cry out to my Heavenly Father for His strength and vision to find the new open door. Experience is the greatest teacher and I have learned there is DANGER in wallowing. The longer you look at self and your circumstance, the longer that circumstance has control over you; and sometimes, the longer the trial goes on. I can cry out to God to get me through; I can cry out for new doors to open, but if my eyes are still on the closed door, that muck and mire will hold onto me like mud to a pig. And I've been stuck in the pig's playpen way too many times in my life. So, I search for the open doors and pray for the strength to walk through them.
I watched the movie Soul Surfer - the true story about a teenage girl whose arm was completely bitten off by a shark while surfing. She went on to become a champion surfer. For sure she was not a wallow-er! I envy that it came so easy to her to just move on in life. She didn't allow her circumstance to control or dictate her future. For some, finding the open door is easy, it's in their nature to look beyond their moment. For some - like me - finding the open door requires a tenacity that we might not naturally have, but God will certainly grace us with if we ask.
I sure hope you cannot relate to this post, but if you can, please share.
Because of Him and Unto Him