blink. double take.

Windows are meant to let in fresh air, let folks inside see what’s going on outside. Doors are meant to be passed through.

I have often mistaken windows for doors. I’ve thought God let me see something – hey, a door!  I should walk through.  When I’ve attempted to walk through, it’s been entirely through my own strength, wearying, and a letdown.  Things that I wasn’t ready for I tried to take on, resulting in burnout and blaming God for my mistake of jumping the gun.

I have often mistaken doors for windows.  Passed up opportunities because I didn’t believe it was meant for me, or it was difficult, or it was impossible for that pathway to be a place to go.

I’m trying to let God show me the difference between a open window and a open door, but the truth is I’ll probably keep mistaking one for the other.  Peace and grace abound, because no matter where I go, as I follow His leading nothing is wasted or in vain.

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We rejoice, for the River is here.

Often, in prayer or worship, I see the streets of Los Angeles being washed clean by a river flowing down, the currents of water sweeping away all the trash and dust, leaving a wake of plant life blooming.  Folks standing in their front yards laugh as the water swirls ankle-deep around their feet, washing their feet clean.

And every morning as I walk to work, stepping over puddles, trash, and gapped sidewalk, I can’t help but think that day cannot come soon enough.