April 22, 2013 - My Spelling Teacher

Love these cool Monday mornings with their glistening sunlight and gentle breezes. The sounds from the wind chimes remind me that while I am not on my deck, the wind is still saying "good morning." And to that I reply, "good morning last week of April." As I was driving to church yesterday and reflecting on my journey to the Dekalb Farmer's Market (and it was truly an experience), I was really pondering as to why I still had a twinge in my heart when I had to keep moving past all the bread and dessert samples. When will I see them and not stare feeling cheated as the swarm of partakers huddle around the tables? When? So, I was having one of those moments and the Spirit of the Lord reminded me that some doors are never meant to be opened again. I grew up in the church and the cliche "our doors are always open" was so prevalent. I thought yesterday while driving, opened doors are inviting, warm, they say friendship, they speak of trust, they boldly say "yes, come in." Right? So while I talking this through with myself, (I know - pay attention to the road) I felt the Lord say, "unless they are open to the wrong thing!" Yikes! "The wrong thing?" I pondered, "who opens doors to robbers, thieves, and intruders?" In fact, who would ever open a door to something bad willingly? ME! That bread tasting counter was an "open door" experience that said welcome. But had I participated, I would have MOST LIKELY welcomed a second and third piece, felt guilty and headed straight to the dessert counter. For me, that particular open door spelled t-r-o-u-b-l-e! I have years of wrongly spelled doors: J-u-s-t one, O-K for now, S-T-A-R-T again tomorrow. How about you? I am thankful beyond measure that the Holy Spirit became my spelling teacher. That door was spelled N-O! I left feeling wonderful that while my husband walked through the "open door" at both counters, I was able to stand at the door and practice my spelling list. YEA me! Moral to this blog - maybe breads and sweets are not your problem doors. All of us are different. But as I said last week, I KNOW me. I have lived in this body for 56 years and have tried every conceivable plan known to mankind to be disciplined with my health. My only victory came when I learned how to spell via the Holy Spirit. He taught me to spell, stay away from the opened doors, and smile while doing the victory dance in the Farmer's Market. Have an amazing day! PK