They say hindsight is 20/20. This had new meaning to me as I reflected on my life and the direction it inevitably took. I remember a time when when I thought my path was clear, but as I attempted entry into this endeavor the opportunity was denied. At that time I had feelings of frustration, futility, and despair. However, when I really ponder these events I have come to realize that what I thought I wanted wasn't going to fulfill my personal needs. So now, Gods presence in my past is much more evident, and I am comforted with my uncertain future. I firmly believe that I have been gently navigated through life's waters and brought to a shore much more enriching. Some people say that you make your own destiny, and that only through their own efforts they will succeed. But I say commit yourself to the Lord and you will succeed. I am also reminded of the Proverb - Trust in the Lord with all your heart: and lean not unto your own understanding. But most importantly, with God all things are possible.

Doorways

Why is this door locked before me?
Do I not posses the key, the desire to enter?
Why does it yield for others?
This concept alludes my comprehension

The sands of time ebb slowly
More entries refuse my passage
Why am I denied access?
Patience alludes me in this course

I feel myself moving, only laterally
What have I done to deserve this?
I want to engage in new endeavours
To break free and grow in possibilities

As years pass, past events have clarity
My perspective evolves
Realization becomes more acute
I am seized by new understanding

The doors I thought were opportunities
In time, lose their lustre
Not truly suitable for my needs
Potentially having alterable effects on my person

I begin to feel Gods presence
Orchestrating my path
Guiding me in this journey
Always presenting more profound options

Pathways that fulfill my yearnings
Desires only my Creator could know
Enriching my life beyond measure
Demonstrating His genuine love for me

This process bestowed wisdom
A validation that with every closed door
My father will present an alternative
Distinctive, never of my own imaginings
Always yielding, always fruitful

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