The Doors In Life and the Butterflies In Living

Each day.

Can be a gift.

Can be “oh, no, more of the same old.”

What I figure, expression of experience, no day is fully redundant. Each day has its own realities. Not reality but realities.

Sure. There are themes and routines. I remember a sermon from Bill Coffin when he made it clear a function/purpose of living: “Redeem the routine. Let the routine matter.”

On today, when my hearing gets checked…frustrating to others when my request for them to say it again happens, more than once in the same sentence. My audiologist knows so much. I’m counting on my hearing challenge reducible. We’ll see. Or. We’ll hear better. I hope.

Still, my brother-in-law, Dale. The wise one who makes incredibly beautiful butterflies and custom cars…talk about versatility…shared this on Facebook.

A partner, I believe, to “when one window closes another will open.” I like this about doors. Like it a lot.

A word of counsel to use the metaphor of a door to keep life happening…and hopefully with resolve, energy and purpose. Here goes. And. I hope fervently, so do you! Keep on keeping on, no matter the doors:

There’s more today…I mentioned Dale’s creativity. So impressive. I conclude the blog with his two butterflies. More than beautiful. Powerful. Reminds me of how these butterflies and the door can be metaphorically valued. Has to do with mentality. We can make the door a wall and decide to give up or in. And, as a good preacher once said about our own future, “Don’t be like the caterpillar who looked up at the butterfly and said, ‘You won’t find me flying in one of those!’”

Nope. Life. For. Me. For. You. For us. Doors and butterflies…for a Thursday, for every dawning day.

About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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