The Wrong Door



Today I am joining Lisa-Jo and friends for Five Minute Friday.

This is where we come together writing for 5 minutes without editing or overthinking.

I love this community.

Check out what everyone's is sharing on the word CHANGE today here.

Here's mine...

I know it's coming.

Change.

I can feel it in the air.

She speaks it over me.

Tells me that God has something new planned for me.

That with everything I share, she can tell it's coming.

And the scary thing is that I can too.

A new thing.

I have been praying for doors to open,
but I think maybe I was looking at the wrong door.

That door that I didn't just beat my fist against,
but hit my head against it a few times as well.

I have been praying...

Lord, just open the door.

Waiting in expectation.

Waiting in frustration.

It didn't budge.

Not even a crack in that door.

And when I least expected it the door behind me has been inching it's way open.

That door she has been pointing me to that I just didn't want to see.

One that when I walk through it will challenge me more than ever before.

Walking straight out of my comfort zone and into what He has for me there.

I shuffle towards it thinking

is it really for me?

how can I possibly walk that out?

and the reality hits that I can't.

not without Him.

so today I take a big huge step through that door.

knowing that it wasn't the one I prayed to open

but it's the one He opened for me.

I can rest in that.

He's there waiting.

For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun!
Do you not see it?
Isaiah 43:19