Is busyness robbing you of what is best? Rest in Jesus. Sit at His feet & listen. If there’s no time for that, you are in spiritual trouble. 
The arch on the doorway has a beckoning quality.
When doorways speak they often do.
It persuasively calls with the language understood by only the wanderer.
The sedentary, the complacent, and the content no longer comprehend.
To them a doorway is a doorway is a doorway…all leading someplace, but no place they will ever go.
They haven’t heard from the doorways since their father made his exit, never to return.
Since they heard the locks tumble as their first love shut them out forever.
Since the figure of youthful trust slammed the door on their childhood, severing their innocence.
To them doorways are merely avenues to abandonment, betrayal, and pain.
The alluring nature of an open door is no snare way they will venture through.
But the wanderer cannot resist.
The wanderer still hears the doorways dripping in seduction.
They pulse with heat and intensity causing the wanderer to wander.
