Ah the beauty of a closed door. Just me in my room…any room…with the door closed where none shall pass without approval. Unless of course you have small children unclear on the concept of knocking and waiting for an invitation. Yes for those of us with little ones(who am I kidding—anyone in the house…especially if they saw you go in), a closed door appears to be a giant invitation to blast in the room demanding an answer to the question that has baffled the ages…“what are you doing?” Now on a special occasion I may even be allowed the decadent indulgence of a closed and (gasp!) locked door. At which point all communications are carried out verbally through the closed door, you know, before I get too involved in whatever I plan on doing.
Sometimes I like to pray behind a closed door. Sometimes I like to study my bible or read a book. Sometimes I like to take a semi-relaxing bath behind a closed door. But my very favorite thing to do behind a closed door is absolutely nothing. My husband is not a fan of solitude and would rather spend as much time as possible in the company of friends. I, however, relish the times when I get to sit behind a closed door and just, well, sit behind a closed door. Thinking. Enjoying the quiet. Or enjoying the muffled noise beyond the door that I don’t have to address. Oh how I love the beauty of a closed door.
Guard your steps when you go to the house of God. Go near to listen rather than to offer the sacrifice of fools, who do not know that they do wrong. Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few. — Ecclesiastes 5:1-3