It’s only ‘over’ because you’ve neglected to seek out the God Who has placed a door in every single wall.

To believe in the story of Easter is to believe that a wall is nothing more than a door in disguise.

Loss is the uninvited door that extends us an unexpected invitation to unimaginable possibilities.

A cause that only serves me is much like a door on the edge of a cliff, it doesn’t open to anywhere good.

What lays behind the door of tomorrow has been readied by the events of today. But neither will matter if I’m blocking the door.

To create a beginning is to fashion an ending. And to experience an ending is to create space for a beginning. And in this choreographed cycle I can always have confidence that any wall is a door waiting to happen.

The most sacred invitation that a person can extend to us is to invite us into their pain. But that means that we have to choose to knock on a door that we often prefer to pretend is not there.

I might find myself standing in front of a wall, but without a wall there wouldn’t be a door.

Because a door slammed shut, we assume that our dreams were slammed shut with it. Yet before we surrender to a closed door, it might be wise to take a moment and consider the fact that any dream is far too big not to have a couple of back doors.