
Personal Reflection:
I’ve stood outside too many doors in my life, waiting for them to swing open on their own. Maybe out of fear. Maybe out of some twisted politeness that wasn’t doing me any favors. The truth is, life doesn’t hand you keys—it hands you bruised knuckles and a choice. You either knock, or you don’t.
But the trick is knowing whether to knock or not. Sometimes patience is its own key. Stillness can shatter a door better than force, if you can stomach the waiting. That’s the gamble—deciding when to strike and when to trust the silence.
One’s movements should be purposeful; they should lead to something. I’ve heard too many times, “at least I did something.” At this point, I just smile at the impatience. Not because it’s ridiculous, but because I remember when it guided me as well.
And still—the silence waits, heavier each time, as if daring me to choose.
Reflective Prompt:
Where in your life are you standing at a door, unsure if it needs your fist or your patience? What would it take for you to finally decide?
Good post. With me it wasn’t doors, but roads. Took me over 30 years, but I finally got it right!
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thanks, Di. I had both roads and doors. Sometimes, it didn’t seem I was moving anywhere.(not in a good way)
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Sadly I remember that feeling
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I’m thinking of a big one right now, but will be patient for the moment. Not sure what it will take for me to start kicking in the door.
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thank you
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You’re welcome.
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I like the part about “Patience being a key”–that was sure a word from the Lord to me today, so thanks for being His messenger. And thanks for visiting my blog.
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Thank you
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You’re most welcome.
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