The Fly, The Dog, & The Open Door

For a while now I’ve been looking for doors. One door in particular.

I’ve felt God calling me to make a drastic change in my life and I’ve been searching for that one door He wants me to walk through: What He’s calling me to next.

A few days ago I was sitting on my couch, reading after work. I wanted to walk to the store but I was waiting to see if it was going to rain.

I had let in my dog, Simba, a dog who came to me from the street and somehow managed to house train himself…Simba began whining to go out, like normal house broken dogs usually do. So I got off the couch and walked over to the front door, only to realize it was already open— maybe six inches or so. Just enough for Simba to see where he would rather be. Maybe he didn’t think he could push it open the rest of the way? Maybe he was waiting for permission to go out? Who knows. But I swung the door wide and watched him run out. I returned to the couch and continued reading.

Not five minutes later I hear a whirring sound somewhere above my head. A loud buzzing fly had entered in through that same front entrance that had been left open. I let him be for a while, figuring he would find his way out on his own. But time went by and I continued to be distracted from my reading by this fly. I walked into the foyer and thought, maybe if I stood by his exit, Mr. Fly would find his way outside where he would rather be. But he couldn’t get it. Even hours later I could hear his drone following me around the house— and I’ve left the door wide open for him to find his way!

It’s a simple analogy but I started thinking, is this what I’m doing?

Am I this fly that feels stuck somewhere. I know the door exists to where I’m wanting and feel led to go but am I so busy freaking out and buzzing around that I can’t see that it’s wide open?

Or maybe I’m the dog and I’m doing so much whining and complaining that I can’t see that the door is already open, I just need to do my part?

Maybe because this post is so much shorter than my normal ones (Am I right?), but for a few reasons this blog entry feels unfinished. And I guess that would be because I still haven’t quite found my door.

But I believe I’m getting closer.

And today I’m thankful that when we try our best to focus ourselves on listening to God, He sends us ordinary creatures like an insect and our own pet to bring perspective.

 

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.         -Hebrews 10:23

 

 

Currently Reading: The Mingling of Souls by Matt Chandler

Currently Listening To: Seasons Change by United Pursuit

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