Doors, windows, and getting through them.

I hate clichés.  All of them.

"Whenever God closes a door, He always opens a window."

This one might be my least favorite.

Alright, I get the idea.  When opportunities don't work out, the world isn't over.  You aren't stuck in this limbo of a room that has four walls and no escape.  I would even go as far to say that, in the end, you will be happier with the outcome and the journey that occurs as a result of these 'failures.'

When you're walking along though, it isn't the end of the journey that you can see.  You see what's around you.  What's behind you.  But you can't see into the future...what you will feel like when this all over...what you look back and think about the circumstances...what you laugh about, cry about, regret.

Who's to say that you are supposed to forget about that door that you've been looking at for months?  What about all the work you did, all the heart you put in?  Can't you just mourn that for a while, instead of being told to go check out the nearest window?

We need definitions.

Door: any gateway marking an entrance or exit from one place or state to another.

Window: an opening in the wall of a building for the admission of air or light.

These two things do not even serve the same purpose.  A door provides entrance into a new place.  A window let's in some air, some light, and, on the worst of days, bugs.  Who wants that?

Lately, it seems as though doors have been closing right and left, and I've been told more times than I can count to go looking for a window.

The problem is that I'm trying to get to a new place.  I know what the view looks like from here. I've felt the breezes, and I've dealt with the bugs.  A window isn't serving any purpose for me.  I'm on the lookout for something a little bigger, a little better.

Cliché: a trite, stereotyped expression; a sentence or phrase, usually expressing a popular or common thought or idea that has lost originality, ingenuity, and impact by long overuse. 

I hate clichés, and, most importantly, who wants to crawl through a window anyway?


So, for now, I'm not okay with just looking for a window.  I'm holding out for a door.  I know that my God is not teasing me with light and air in the stead of an entrance.  


“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. Or which one of you, if his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a serpent? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!" - Matthew 7:7-11 


There's a door out there, and I'm going to keep searching until I find it.


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