You see, we're a church plant. And we were borrowing some offices, which don't get me wrong, were a huge blessing. For three years we had a place to do small group gatherings / classes, and work during the week. At first just a couple of people were there during the day, down the hall from the billion dollar business that lent us some square footage. But then there were three, then four, and at times eight of us trying to be productive.
And quiet.
That was a big problem for us. Not only are we all of the preacher-type variety, we're pentecostal. Those two things put together and the word "quiet" isn't really an option, you know? But there was a problem. We had no doors.
I remember staring at the grey walls we called home and thinking, "If only we had doors. Lord, I'd really like a door." We adapted, we adjusted, and we continued to shush each other so we didn't disturb said billion dollar business.
And then we moved - into our own building.
Oh, we're loud alright. It's like we're making up for it. But even better - we have doors. And God didn't just come through and say, "Okay, here's a nice, normally little door for you since you asked so nicely (read: persistently)."
He gave us huge doors. Huge.
The door to my office is 9 feet tall. It's giant. And I love it.
You see, God cares about the obscure requests. And not only does He care, He comes through - with style.
Kings 4:15 -- And he said, "Call her." And when he had called her, she stood in the door.
(Yeah, seriously out of context, but it kinda works, you know?)
