I had a pastor once who used to talk almost every Sunday about doors that God had opened to him the past week: doors to minister, doors to witness, doors to pray, doors to love. He was always looking for the open door, whether he was in the grocery store line, pumping gas, taking a walk…whatever it was, he kept an open heart for any opportunity God put before him to touch a life. That stuck with me.
Today I wonder, do I keep my heart open to opportunities to show His love, or do I let them slip by? Was I the ONE chance someone had to be loved that day and I missed it because I was too busy?
Do you have a story you can share about a time God opened a door for you and walked through? I would love to hear about it!