God Stands in the Doorway

She stood in the doorway, watching as I headed to my car parked in the driveway. It was only about 20 steps away from the house, but being terrified of the dark, even a full moon and a bright flashlight did little to calm my fears. As I turned and saw her watching, I felt safe and secure. I unlocked the door, slipped in and turned on my headlights, and looked again at the doorway. She had disappeared inside and closed the door.

Funny, isn't it, that even though I am 30 years old, I still feel safe when my mother is there? I guess we never really grow up in our parents' eyes, and at times we rely on that feeling of security we used to have when we were small, the world was a frightening place and we knew our parents would protect us. We knew back then that our parents could conquer it all. Now we're grown up and we realize they were probably as terrified as we were, only they couldn't show it. They had to pull through because the people they cared about were relying on them. And they couldn't let them down.

The world is still a frightening place. Growing up doesn't make it easier; it just makes you more aware of what you have to face. But like my mother standing in the doorway, waiting till I reached my destination safely, God stands in the doorway and watches over us. . .waiting. . .till we reach our destination safely.