Story was once told of a particular woman who was getting on in age and her eye sight was giving ever so slightly. She was on her way home and had a list in her bag of what her front door looks like, her memory was failing as well but she can still remember the town she lives in, the road name and the colour of her front door, it was blue. She gets to the road and every blue door looks like home. Either she has forgotten she had a list or too tired to fish it out of her bag, she gravitates towards the door that feels most like home, gets her key out and the key wouldn’t even fit into the lock, other times the key will go in, but try as hard as she will, it wouldn’t turn. There are times she stood outside a door screaming and kicking, hoping for the door to open, other times she begged and begged for the home owner to let her, at the last one she just stood there, crying her heart out, but it just was not home.
Once she was so tired and spent hours in front of a particular door, prepared to settle in the porch, she reasoned she might never get home. She was exhausted from the tediousness of the journey and the weight of her baggage. In her search for home, she had been rained on, snowed upon, sunburnt, the elements got the better of her. She was drained, worse for wear. The woman had a list that described every fine details of her door, every knot, every grain, every whorl on the wooden door, every shade, reflection and inflection, yet from time to time, she was so blinded and ended up at the wrong door. Today, she found the strength to rummage to the very bottom of her bag, fished out her list and held on to it tightly, as she approached each blue door, she was able to say ‘No’, ‘No’, ‘No’! she checked off against her list, she would ran her hand all over the door before trying with the key, quickly she moved away from all wrong doors.
With heavy legs and weary heart she approached a door today, before getting to the door there was a leap in her soul, she touched it and ran her hand over the door, she could feel every familiar knot, grain and imperfections and effortlessly her key went into the lock and turned smoothly. What hard journey it was getting to home! The door flung open, she was welcomed in, her home embraced her with the warmest of hug, she sank into it, took a deep breath allowing herself to be intoxicated by sweetest aroma of her home. What joy, what peace, what harmony and contentment to be home! Home is definitely where the heart is!
To everyone seeking home, be it relational home, financial home, spiritual home, business home, professional home, health home, fitness home, knowledge home, friendship home etc whatever aspect you seek peace and fulfilment, with everything in me today I want to encourage you to hold on and believe in the dream, in the fullness of time, he that will come will came and not tarry.
Stay strong, hold tight to the vision, Your blue door is just round the corner.
Beautiful Ivory 