Closed Doors and Open Windows.......Ships and Limos

Sometimes, when you're standing on the seashore waiting for your ship to come in, the
limo God sent you is in the parking lot with the engine running. Such a statement of
truth. How many times do we search for perfection, or something that resembles it?
We all have an idea of what we think "our" perfect is, but what if we are wrong?
Many times I think we get so caught up in the search, that we don't realize what God has placed right in front of our eyes.....or maybe we are just scared to accept it, afraid that it will be swiped from our grasp right about the time we get comfortable. It brings to mind the closed doors and open windows approach on life. I have experienced this fear firsthand....God has put it right there, but I have turned my head, unwilling to accept that He has provided once again for fear that I have misunderstood the plan, or that it will just end up the same as I have already experienced. I have allowed my past to creep into my future, and with that, has come doubt. And with doubt, comes heartache....none of which any of us want....but what if we are wrong....what if God is basically handing it out to us...free for the taking and we are too busy looking for something that isn't really for us? Oh how I have fallen into this routine...


Today, that needs to change....today I think I want to take the "limo" for a
spin....seriously (I mean it really, I actually get a little seasick on a boat
anyway)

:-)

Walls of Doubt.....and Pink Jackhammers

I never realized how difficult it was going to be......you know, to let my guard down....to take down the wall I have built around my heart. It is still there. Standing firm, bricks and mortar in place, and as high as ever. I have trust issues....more so than I ever imagined. Of course, this is understandable, seeing as how every ounce of trust I had in the past, was torn from my grasp without the slightest bit of care.... I would have thought that by now, I would be able to at least peer over this wall I built, but instead I dangle from the top, with my fingertips barely reaching over. On guard for the very moment I might need to let go and hide again. I wonder at what point this fear and doubt goes away? When do I learn that not everyone is out to deceive??

One day I might......and then again, maybe I'm just not supposed to....one day God may just open my eyes and I will see the truth, or He may just expect me to have faith....

Do you ever wish the writing could just be on the wall???? Maybe in purple ink??? Or maybe a bright pink flashing sign would do.....and a pink jack hammer to help the wall down...lol...yes, that would do it.


Dear God, could you just send a pink jackhammer when its time for the wall to come down???? Then I would know it was safe to trust again....