I can’t keep track of the number of times I’ve heard (or said) the phrase “God opens and closes doors,” but last night the Lord challenged me with a question that rattled my brain a bit:
Why do I limit Him to the confines of a house?
I have kept God in a metaphorical “one bedroom flat” my entire life. The flat has two doors and one small window incase of emergencies, and it has limited His power and His ability to work in my life for years. But, last night while I was lying in bed having a minor panic attack about how my money is running out and how my plans for the future keep getting screwed up, God told me to burn the metaphorical flat down.
So, I did. I set a fire to my expectations, my fears, my worries, and my 5 year plan. I set…
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