A sunlit door in Dublin
Good Morning God,
I do love photos of doors. This is one of a row of doors in Dublin but the light caught it and made it special. Doors are so symbolic, God.
One of my favorite verses is Revelation 3:20 where Jesus says “Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in . . .” No battering ram — no knocking the door down — just knocking. That overwhelms me with the respect You show to us humans. You knock, inviting us to open the door of our hearts to You.
I do wish, God, that Your followers could also be so respectful. Sigh, there have been way too many examples on all sides of the only choice being “converting” or dying. Then there are just those awful times of genocide where no one had any choice at all — genocide requires that we make another group less than human. Labels, name calling, jokes. In Rwanda there was hate radio.
An archway at the Royal Hawaiian
But let me avert my eyes from genocide and go back to doors. Because the yellow door looks like it was intended to keep people out. While this lovely arch way invites us to enter — to look through if not actually walk through. It is so open and welcoming.
I find myself wondering what kind of door I have. I’d confess, God, after the attack by the burglar, I keep my doors LOCKED. I am like the door in Dublin. No open airy archway for me.
But, that is what I would like to be like — inside. Trusting and OPEN to YOU.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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