We live in a house with many doors. Each door has a purpose, a meaning, a reason for being. Front doors for adorning and welcoming guests. Side doors for everyday routines like running to catch the school bus or coming in after checking the mail. Back doors to leave unlocked in case a family or friend needs to get it in without a key, and for letting the dog in and out. Hidden doors for storing treasures. Castles have trap doors, theaters have stage doors, city towers have revolving doors. Doors are funny things–ordinary things. We all have them and we use them every day. Some open only one way, some lock, some have windows to see what’s inside, some get stuck in a closed position, some get stuck open, some squeak, some are slow, some slam behind you, some need coaxing to loosen the handle or hinge. Painted, stained, natural, metal, wood, paper…

Our soul is a house with many doors. Are you quiet or squeaky? Do you get stuck closed? Do you have windows to let in the light? Are you locked up tight or open wide? Do you quickly slam or do you close gently with the slightest breeze?  When someone comes knocking are you open for business? Do you unlock a door only for special family or friends? Do you need extra care to spring free? Today, I am thinking about my many doors, their openness, their stubbornness, their gentleness, their voice. Most of them are good solid doors. I like them all, but maybe I’ll just touch them up a bit–a little oil, a little tightening, maybe some new paint, a handle to shine. You never know who may come a knockin’!