Blue doors are my thing. My special wink from the Father as I go about my life. They are reminders to trust in the Providence of God and dare to believe His love is always presenting new doors and opportunities.
Mostly when I write about them, I am speaking of the exciting adventures and dreams. Yet I would be remissed if I also did not speak about blue doors in blue moments— finding hope and trust in God in the midst of suffering.
You never graduate when it comes to trust. With each day, life presents us new situations that challenge us to find the presence of God in even the most unlikely of places.
Sometimes this is deeply painful— to find God in the midst of heart break can seem cruel.
“If You are here, why don’t you do anything?”
We stand on sacred ground my friends.
I don’t exactly have the words for you— there is certainly a theological answer elaborated by people and saints way smarter than I. Yet I find this question is answered through the wrestle and the restlessness it evokes in each human heart.
For me— it is the realization that my identity does not lie in the things that have happened to me and watching God bring unexpected life-giving joy out of deep trauma.
It is hitting rock bottom, seeing all the odds stacked against me, being completely alone, realizing I don’t have what it takes…. And then watching God come close to me in that broken state.
It’s not taking away the suffering or getting rid of the problems, but it’s being loved in and through it all.
This is a love that is beyond words and pious utterances. This is a love that is deeper than emotion. This is a love that changes lives as it brings all events, actions, feelings, and existence into proper orientation. This is a love that opens new doors for us to access a life that transcends this world and never ends.
The blue doors are a reminder that my wounds are not barriers to intimacy, but precisely the places where my Father wants to embrace me more fully.
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