The Proverbial Open Door

Have you heard the saying, "When one door closes, another one opens"?

Really?

Or do we hope that what happens?

What if the door has been opened and you've closed it yourself or you keep walking by it as if to say you don't need that door, so you'll take the next one.

Does another one really open?

I've said it myself and I 've used it to keep myself from thinking an opportunity has gotten away but I wonder if we need to learn a lesson, why would God open another door? hmmmm.....

God presents an opportunity....you look at it and ignore it OR you don't think you need it....or should respond to it.

You leave it alone.

God presents the same opportunity again......same thing....

at what point does God say...ok...door is closed?

Its like the guy drowning and God sends the plane, the boat, etc.

Does God keep sending the planes and boats?

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