Opening doors

This is my outlook from my upstairs home office. Wowsers!

This is my outlook from my upstairs home office. Wowsers!

My husband Craig and I are getting long-needed repairs done on our home: deck and fencing fixes, siding repairs, new doors, maybe new windows. Thirty-five years ago we had the house framed and roofed, then we finished off the house ourselves.

So much life has passed through these doors. Four children, all now adults. A foster care son. Two exchange students. My kids’ friends for lunches (we’re just a couple blocks from the schools) and back yard whiffle ball games and flashlight tag and overnights. Christmas carolers for parties we hosted. High school staff and students. Church friends. Ladies for bridal, then baby showers. Grandchildren–TEN of them…and one of them actually born right in our guest house, which used to be our garage.

...and this is my view of the Sierra Valley at 5,000 feet in northern California.

…and this is my view of the Sierra Valley at 5,000 feet in northern California.

So it’s a different season of open doors. I have finished my teaching career and am now writing full time from my upstairs office, which has these lovely French doors that open out onto our front balcony with this fantastic view of our Sierra Valley. I’ve loved watching out my doors as the green of summer has transformed into autumn’s patchwork of gold and crimson and burgundy.

I think I’m transforming a little, too. Craig and I were watching a Netflix movie the other night, when I suddenly turned to him and said, “I’m happy, Craig. I’m happy.” He smiled and hugged me. My high school sweetheart, he knows my history of goal-setting and doing and pushing and achieving…and how I internalized all that into stomachaches and clenched jaw pain.

New doors are on order. New openings in my life are in order, too…hopefully with words that encourage others to open the doors God has provided them and then to look for all He has provided for their season of life.

Through what door of life are you now walking?

 

 

 

 

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