Despite a way-too-long track record of frustration, impatience, and self-pity-party temper tantrums through the years over my failed attempts at going through doors God clearly had no interest in opening, I have come to be thankful for the countless doors I have had shut in my face. Amazing, and only by God’s grace, mind you. For I probably should have been jailed for how many doors in my life I have tried to take down. Alas, no matter how many people talk about being blessed by doors they believe God has opened, I am grateful for all the doors He has not allowed me to get through. But why?
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Because God, in His infinite love, His infinite grace, His infinite mercy, and His infinite wisdom, is also infinitely sovereign. He knows everything. He sees everything. He knows His Creation inside and out. He knows what His kids need, and He knows equally what they do not need. He knows the lessons He wants to teach, He knows how to test His children, He knows how to grow them, and He knows everything from the beginning to the end. He is omnipotent and omnipresent. There is nothing that He does not notice and know. So every time I have gone kicking and screaming and banging down doorways (or tried to anyway), God knew what was behind the closed doors, so to speak.
God knew what I needed, and He still knows what I need. And He always will. I want to be frank and say God has allowed me to bang down my fair share of doors and allowed me to walk through them to the other side. He has also graciously held wide open His arms when I have come crying and crawling back to Him in repentance. I do not subscribe to the belief that God always opens doors He wants open, and closes doors He wants shut. After all, He is the perfect Father. He allows His kids to learn some lessons for themselves.
Like this lesson. When God doesn’t allow me to break down a door, no matter how hard I bang against it and scream and wail with my two-year-old fists waving in the air, He isn’t trying to punish me or deprive me like I so foolishly once thought. He is loving me. He is stretching out His hand to me and inviting me to take His hand and to follow Him to where He wants me to go. To be with Him so we can walk together.
Is it time to stop banging on any closed doors in your life?