Today’s post was inspired by Camille S. G.’s Instagram Monday Meme Prompts. Nº86 on this occasion. I’ll link to it below.
When God closes a door I turn around and agree with the decision I was taught not to go against devine wisdom except I'm no longer sure God sets the limitations if I push against the door I may find no one locked it What would happen if I pummelled it with my fists took my anger out on its wooden frame shouted my displeasure at a system that shuts me out cuts me off seeks to silence me makes me invisible wants me meek and mild and marginalised Did I accept the story without confirming the truth of it? Did I close the door myself? Did I shy away from a door I was told was out of reach? unobtainable? What happens when I reach for the handle? Should I push or pull or knock Should I barge in, uninvited Should I force my way inside Should I knock it down entirely open to all, a way for anyone seeking justice access equality fairness hope Maybe the door was an invitation to get curious ask questions explore the unknown grasp the bigger picture that which lies beyond the threshold When God closes a door make sure it was God who closed it don't blame God for something others enforced
I was talking to several friends about faith a couple of days ago. I said “I’m tired of being told everything is black and white when real life is full of grey.” To that one friend replied “And colours!” It was such a revelation.
How could I have missed the colour? Of course there is colour! So many of them, such variety, such richness, such diversity. Life is full of colour and we so often limit it to this small, dull, boring, binary. Life is more nuanced than that, faith is more nuanced than that! She was so right. From now on I’ll be sure to add plenty of colour to the equation.
The Spanish Berry 