Closing Doors

A few mornings ago, I was in my bedroom with Little Bear who is still only taking a few steps and prefers to crawl at lightening speed. He has become more adventurous of late, attempting to open drawers and take everything out, pull down tablecloths, and take books down from shelves.

I have to keep a pretty close eye on him.  I was trying to finish doing my hair when I realized he was heading for the door. The problem is that just beyond the door, there is a staircase that leads down to the family room. He is a pro at climbing up stairs, and though I have tried to show him that going backwards is the best way down, he still wants to go head first.

There was a simple solution- I closed the door.

Then I noticed that he was heading toward the bathroom door, which was open and lead to a toilet lid he also likes to open.

Another simple solution- I closed the door.

Then I wondered-

Is this what God does with us? Does he follow us around, see if we are wise enough not to go unprepared through an open door? When we try, does he then close it? Do we whine and whimper and complain that the door has been closed? Do we realize that it was closed to protect us from falling head first into a harmful situation? A situation that we had not the skills or maturity to maneuver through?


Do we try to open it anyway and then must he put us in the dreaded exer-saucer so that we are safe? 


Oh, wait. That's what I did with Little Bear.



How do you react or respond when a door closes?