Closed Doors

Anytime we leave a room in our house, or Chap sees a door open - he is the first to try and close it. "I close de door, Mommy" are his words. So eager to help.

I remember a time when we first found out about Whit's prognosis while we were pregnant - Corbett and I closed the door to the boys' nursery - just so we wouldn't see his baby bed set up. Maggie had drawn a picture (in her little 2 1/2 year old scribbles), but we had labeled her picture as "My Family" - and she pointed to who was who in the picture. The picture had "Mommy," "Daddy," "Maggie," "Chap," and "Whit." (even though they were still in Mommy's tummy). We turned that picture over so that we wouldn't see that Whit was part of our family. But then, as time progressed, we turned the picture back over - opened the doors to the room, and opened our hearts again - ready to accept God's gift. I'm so glad we opened the doors, because so much as come in with the doors open.

If the doors to our hearts remain closed - like those in our house when Chap is around, we don't get to see as much or experience as much. Probably 5 days out of the week - Maggie mentions the Hurricane that happened nearly 5 months ago. I sometimes wish she would close that door, and put that night behind her. The impression that night has on her is so strong, she can't close the doors. I think God wants to have such an impression on us, that we don't close the doors to our heart... so that we may see Him and experience His direction.

I can't wait for Maggie to see my grandparents' house re-construction on their Hurricane Ike-hit home! She will be thrilled to see the doors open and it completely restored.