Isn’t that just like us? We ask God, plead with God, beg God to do something for us., and we’re convinced He’s going to come through for us. Then, for no apparent reason to us, He shuts the door. Not with a resounding slam, but a gentle push. Then the latch clicks. We hear the click. Then the silence. Then the painful reality.
The door is . . . CLOSED!
What’s often our reaction? (well, my reaction. . . I can’t speak for yours.)
“Oh, come on now,God. This was perfect for me. The perfect ____ ( job, car, house, husband, wife, vacation, school, investment, major, mission trip, plan, opportunity). I just know it was, God. (So, we keep banging) I knew this was in your plan for my life. (Bang, bang) I knew this is where you wanted me to be. Are you listening to me, God? (bang bang) Are you there? Is anybody home? (Bang bang bang)
After I finally realized God closed the door, I moped around for hours, sometimes days, trying to figure out why God closed that door on something I thought was so perfect for me. I failed to remember the time-honored, Scripture-based adage, “When God closes one door, He usually opens another.”
Next time God closes a door on me, I hope I can remember that adage and avoid all those bruises on my fists.