Doors

Sometimes, love just walks through your door. It's true.  Most of the time, the very best things that happen to you just... enter in.  Without fanfare. Without you even knowing that this moment will be life changing.

 

For a little while, before I officially met him, I watched the man that would become my husband. He wore t-shirts from triathalons he was in and Umbro shorts and regular department store jeans.  I didn't know who he was. But one Wednesday night, I saw him walk through the door, pushing a wheelchair for a young man who had never been able to use his legs.  And I thought, that's the kind of guy I want.  Someone kind, a servant.

 

I didn't know I would marry him less than a year later.

 

One Thursday night, I opened my front door with a baby on my hip.  It was the third week of the Bible study we had begun in our home and a bunch of people had come out of nowhere!  They were singing in my living room, and I heard the doorbell ring.  I carried Mister, just three months old, down the stairs with me to answer the door, and in walked Sara.  Eight months pregnant.  The most talkative total stranger I had ever met.

 

I didn't know that we would be the best of friends thirteen years later.

We would add more babies to our bunch.

The babies

 

Our husbands would become best friends, too.

We would vacation together.

Have countless dinners and movie nights and shopping trips.

 

 

This isn't just a story of how I met my husband and my best friend.

It's a reminder.  Mostly, to myself.

 

To ask and keep asking.

To seek and keep seeking.

To knock and keep knocking.

 

Love really does just walk in sometimes.

You can't plan on it.

Or make it happen.

You pray.

And you open the door.

 

  

Thirteen years of friendship- what a gift!
  So glad Sara came to my door all those years ago.

 

 

 

"If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?"

Matthew 7:7