Probably my biggest pet peeve.
As in don't do it, unless you want to suffer "Mother's" greatest ire . . .
You can be upset, disgruntled, hurt, sad, and/or heartbroken.
You can cross your arms, sigh, roll your eyes, suck your teeth, flip your ponytail, and stomp in the direction of your room.
But, do. not. slam. your. door.
I've examined this peeve of mine many times. What is it about the banging of the wood against the side jam that irritates the stew out of me? That sends me into orbit? That causes me to flip from rational to irrational?
Besides the usual justified, "Young lady, how dare you slam my door in my house that I am paying for and shut me out of your life that I labored to give you!" discussion that typically leads to this side of nowhere, it's really the "in your face" I'm done talking to you shut down of communication that resembles nails on a chalkboard.
Self reflection is a dangerous thing, y'all.
Yet, when a choice is presented to me that is hard, I often pray, "Lord, help me with this. Open one door and close the other." And when it really gets hard, I pray, "Lord, I really need your help with this. Now, I'm begging. Fling one door open and slam the other one shut."
And, when I really dig down deep in my gut, that prayer is prayed like a 12 year old girl who is fearful of making a choice. A child communicating with her Father, "I'm tired of adulting, please don't make me adult anymore. Make this one for me." Not always, but sometimes.
When this is the case, He doesn't relent. When I slam the door on Him and cover my ears blocking out communication, He urges me to pray through the decision making process and come out on the other side of it. In other words, my Heavenly Father makes me unlock the door to my heart, walk over the threshold and communicate with Him.
Do some doors of opportunity open and others doors of opportunity close?
Do I believe God has a hand in the swinging of the hinges?
But, He also loves us more than we can comprehend or imagine.
Enough to stand on the other side of a door slammed in His face, knock gently (or forcefully), and insist that we work through the hard stuff to get to the center of His will.
Thank you, Jesus.
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Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.