We
live by faith, Not by sight - 2 Corinthians 5:7
I’m fascinated with doors, love them. Walking
the French Quarter in New Orleans last summer, I took more pictures of doors
than anything else.
Doors are
a strong symbolism for opportunities and rejections. How do we handle an opened
door? Afraid of the unknown or do you have the faith to walk through with
courage?
How do we
react when confronted with a closed door? There are times we want to bang on the
locked door until our fist is bloody and our throat raw, or imagine going Chuck
Norris on the thing that keeps us from our perfect life. Denying us what we
think we desire the most. The one thing that would make us happy.
In my August release, the heroine, Vickie, had
been beating on a closed door. Her husband wanted out of their marriage so he
could move on to better things. She fought as long as she could to save the
marriage.
Now she’s back in her hometown wanting to be strong for her
kids. Is she so focused on the closed door she might miss the opened door?
I have
learned that closed doors can be the greatest gift, forcing us to find a new
path.
Yes, faith is believing in what you can’t see,
but I also think we need to see with faith. If we take the time to look we can
see God’s love in the most unlikely places.
Have you ever yelled at a closed door only to
learn later it was a blessing that you didn't get it open?
Excerpt from LONE STAR
HERO available now
For a moment, she
imagined them all together as a real family. Her gaze traveled the outline of
his cabin. The cabin he built. If she had been brave enough to make the right
choices in high school, this warm home and special man could’ve been hers. The
reality of it hit her hard. Jake made is easy to image reconnecting with him, but
she had to put her life back in order, starting with two kids that needed her
to be strong.
Her baggage weighted
too much to drop on Jake’s steps. Friendship with Jake sounded easy. Vickie
knew her heart would fly right past friendship and into dangerous territory of rekindling
that first love.
She couldn’t afford to
make any more wrong choices. Time to grow up.
“Jake, your mother’s right. I’m not what you need.”
He leaned forward,
elbows planted on his knees. “Why don’t you and my mother let me decide what I
need?”
The
intense stare of his eyes seared right to her unreliable heart. She couldn’t
handle that look right now. Vickie stepped back. “I’ve got to go. The kids are
waiting for me at my parent’s house. Bye Jake.” Teeth clenched, she ran all to
her car.
Jolene Navarro’s Bio:
Jolene, a seventh generation Texan, knows that, as
much as the world changes, people stay the same. Good and evil. Vow-keepers and
heart breakers. Jolene married a vow-keeper who showed dancing in the rain
never gets old. Her life and her stories are filled with faith, family, dirty dishes and all of life's wonderful messiness. Jolene teaches art at an inner city high school. When she's not hanging out with her four almost grown kids, she loves creating her own world of family and love. You can connect with Jolene on facebook and her blog at jolenenavarrowriter.com.
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