Lord, Open the Door Only You Can Open
“From One Christian to Another…”
There’s a prayer that goes like this: “Lord, close the doors that shouldn’t be opened and open the doors that only You can open.” There have been times in my life when I was so sure my husband and I were doing God’s will only to have the door slammed shut. Of course, we were shocked and baffled. After all, we were so sure. It happened more than once in our 40 and a half years together.
God’s Closed Door in Our Lives
The first time, my husband wanted to start a rice farming project for his people in Liberia. He recruited one of his anthropology students who in turn, recruited one of his army buddies. They went to Liberia and my husband traveled there to meet them. Instead of them living upcountry in his village and guiding the project, they squandered his $6,000 investment and ran around with women in the capital, Monrovia. It was a total disaster. From then on, we decided to focus solely on the kingdom of God and spreading the Gospel amongst his people.
The Second Closed Door
The second time, we were planning to move permanently to Liberia. The president of the country was favorably disposed to my husband. We had a purchase agreement on our house. I bought home schooling supplies to teach my kids since we’d be living in a remote village. Everything seemed set to go.
One phone call in the middle of the night changed all of that. There was a military coup in Liberia and the president was assassinated. Suddenly, my husband had to scramble to resume his teaching classes at the U of M-Flint. Although we were forced to sell our house and move, the Lord provided another house closer to the campus.
God Opened a Window
My sister made a cross-stitch for me which said, “When God closes a door, He always opens a window.” Four years later, we were able to spend a year in his remote village assisting the white missionaries there.
If we want God’s will in our lives, we must accept it with all of its twists and turns. We must trust the Lord to work all things out. If Ben’s rice farming venture had been successful, we may have continued to focus on that. Had we been in Liberia during the Coup of 1980, we may have been killed.
God’s Ways are Best
God’s ways are best. Dare to trust them, my friend.
Blessings on your journey of faith, anita
Beyond Myself: The Farm Girl & the African Chief
I describe my journey of faith in my memoir of my love story. During the 1960s, I married my anthropology professor who was a hereditary African Chief of the Mende tribe in West Africa. This led me to visit Africa a number of times and live in his remote village for a year with our 3 boys doing lay missionary work. I certainly didn’t do things perfectly. And yet, the Lord has been so gracious in my life! I can only praise and thank Him!