Walls and Doors

I get troubled lately about things, well, more troubled than usual.  Thankfully, incidents of relief occur out of the blue, things which could (likely, should) be interpreted as God sprinkling grace abundantly.  One such moment occurred recently at, of all places (those are the sprinkles of grace we appreciate the most, the surprising ones) –a Jackson Browne concert.  After playing a string of upbeat songs he started this one, just him at a piano singing a song I had not heard before – Walls and Doors:

“Ever since the world existed

There’s one thing that is certain

There are those who build walls

And those who open doors

Ah, but this my love, I’m thinking you already know

For some its always winter

While others have the spring

Some people find good fortune

While others never find a thing

Ah, but this my love, I’m thinking you already know.”

(I’ll skip right over the obvious relevance/application here, but note it was not lost on the crowd even though the song itself is at least thirty years old)

Well, I do already know those things, but it is good to be reminded of it before my walls get too high and the chill of winter overtakes me.  Here’s to open doors, spring, good fortune, and, as with this string of words, finding things.  Things I already know, but tend to lose sight of.