Closed doors.

Closed doors don't really hide anything.
Not really.
Not from the One who sees everything anyway. Maybe they make us feel better, give us this false sense of "If I can't see it, it isn't there."
Too bad it doesn't work like that. All the pain, the misunderstanding. All the fear and worry, or whatever it is that you've got behind your closed doors? It's still there whether you can see it or not.


So why not face it? When it's all screaming at you..scream back. Fight keeping it all hidden away inside you, because that won't help either. Fight. Don't wrench open that door before you prepare yourself..put on the Armor of Christ and go to freaking town on whatever is behind your door.
Stop sitting in the hallway, wishing away all the things you've tried to keep from God. From yourself. It won't go away like that, I promise.


Not to say God will make it go away. Oh, how sometimes I wish it were that simple. But I do not belong to a simple God. Things may not dissapear. It might even get harder.
But at least you'll be able to see what you're facing. And whatever you're facing can see the massive power behind you.


Open the door.
It's scary. Trust me, I know all about scary. But God finds strength in all my weaknesses. He'll take the scary and use it. But you have to try.
I have to try, every day.


But every day I do, it's worth it.


"Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me." (Revelation 3:19, 20 ESV)