It would be so easy for me to become a recluse. I would in fact mirror my mother. Sit and knit or putz around the house all day. She used to say that she liked staying home because she loved her home. I get it. Or at least I do now.
The cry of my heart, since I can remember, has always been to draw closer to God. I long to unite with the creator of such a magnificent universe. I often attempt to convince God that such unity would certainly be better reached within the privacy of my home. God does not seem to agree.
Each call that the Spirit has been placed on my life has been one of public interaction. (sigh) I suppose for an introvert this is a call to sacrifice, albeit a meager one. Still, when I am willing, it is in the faces of those whom I encounter that I find the life giving light of God. It is in their smiling eyes that I am united with the eternal. It is within their joy that I am saved, made whole, completed.
Today in Luke I read:
So I say to you: 'Ask, and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; everyone who searches finds; everyone who knocks will have the door opened.'
But what if when the door opens, when we find what we have asked for, it does not look like what we expected? Does that mean that our prayers have not been answered?
Of course it doesn't. Of course it doesn't.
Thank you Lord for opened doors, even when what lies on the other side is not what I envisioned. For your vision, Eternal Spirit, is always clearer than mine.
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