Five Minute Friday: Door

Door.  I travelled to see a loved one this week who has been diagnosed with dementia.  She and a male friend had her door barricaded shut with a chair.  After a second knock, the man removed the chair which was wedged under the door knob and opened the door.

With this disease, I am never certain what I will encounter before I pass through her door. . .

During my visit, she showed me pictures of a man to whom she was once married.  She told me, “He was so nice to me.”  Having lived with this man she was referring to for several years while growing up, I know, for a fact, he was often not nice to her, his wife, as he had extreme sexist beliefs which manifested into condescending remarks and infidelity.

I had always joked with this woman after this marriage had ended that she had now transformed into a man hater of sorts since she often exclaimed, “I don’t need any man!”

This week I witnessed that her door on those negative memories with him had now closed, or, at the very least, for the time we sat together on her bed and sorted through pictures.

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In my forty-three years, God has presented me with a plethora of doors to open and walk through with my entire being.  Some I have entered with no thought to the consequences, some I have attempted to hold shut, and some doors I have clawed at wishing they would open just one more time . . . one more time.  Door.

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Five Minute Friday: Give

Give.  Reading Kate Motaung’s post with the prompt, Give, really leaves a reader a lot to ponder.  To appreciate the good, there is hardship, struggle, unrest, etc.  This is a tough concept to accept.  In the last week, my grandfather-in-law passed from cancer, my husband’s co-worker was killed by a driver under the influence, a friend’s mother passed, my mother was diagnosed with dementia, a dear friend told me her Thanksgiving was spent arguing with her husband, another friend spent the holiday nursing her two kiddos and husband back to health after suffering Type A flu, a loved one in debt, and on and on and on.  With all of this take, the idea of give seems exhausting.

In a sermon last week, Pastor Dennis touched on this same topic in finding the joy in the every day, if even just a smidgen.  Over time these small observances will accumulate into a large acknowledgement of joy.  Thus, he ended his sermon with, “I wish you enough.”

So, this week I plan to trudge on and search for opportunities to give to others so that they, too, may have enough and discover their own inkling of joy.

Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.   -Luke 6:38