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What Door Will You Open Today?



It’s funny there’s a quote that is shared often and shared like this, “Well you know what God says. He says… ‘When one door closes, another door opens.'” Actually, God never said that. It was Alexander Graham Bell, and what he said was…

“When one door closes, another door opens; but we often look so long regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the one that is open for us.”

Until the other day I had no idea what he meant, but inevitably every time something didn’t go my way someone would recite those words in the hopes they made me feel better, and while I was SMiling on the outside, the inside of me was screaming, “WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? DOES ANYONE REALLY KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?”

Then the other day I happened to be in San Juan Capistrano with a friend working, when we decided we would take a moment and walk through the Mission.



Walking down the corridor of the Mission I happened to notice that many of the doors were open so I decided to start my tour and I walked through a door which showed where,  (in the year 1776) the people who lived at the Mission would have cooked. It was a tiny kitchen, but it wasn’t until I heard a young woman say, “Oh, now this is where you would have found me if I lived in 1776,  I would have been in the kitchen.” I looked over at her and she had a SMile that told me that cooking was her gift and it didn’t matter how small or inefficient the kitchen  was, she would be there.

Then I walked into another room and inside was a place where they stored the tools and a man said, “Oh, look at the tools they used back then. If I lived in 1776, you would have found me here, grabbing all the tools to build this mission.” I looked over at him and he had a SMile that told me his gift was building and it didn’t matter how inefficient the tools were, he would be using them.

Then I continued on… into another room… where there was a living space that was tiny and I heard a young girl say, “Oh look how cute this room is. If I lived in 1776, I would be playing house in this room, because when I grow up I want to be a mother and keep my house tidy like this room.” I looked over and saw  she had a SMile on her face that told me her gift was going to be having a family and no matter how small her house would be, she would care for it.

As I walked through each door I kept seeing the same thing. Faces that would light up when the person walked through the door of the room “they belonged in.”

Then it happened. I walked through my door and it was there where, for the first time in my life, I understood what Alexander Graham Bell was saying. I had found my doorway. It was open and just my size. The room was small and it housed the only things I’ve ever needed: A Bible and a writing desk. Yes, there were other things in there, but I didn’t notice. All I noticed was that I had found my SMile and that is when I said, “If I lived in 1776, I would be sitting in this room, reading the Bible and writing down all that I learned, and then I’d run outside and teach what I learned to all who wanted to listen!”



For a moment I stood in “MY” doorway and I didn’t want to leave. I had finally found the place within my heart and it was there where I met Alexander Graham Bell. It was as if he was standing in the room saying, “You have found my little secret. The secret of the door is looking back on your life and knowing that YOUR heart is the one that closed all the other doors behind you. Now, keep this door open, read your Bible, write what you learn and share with those who ask you.”

He was right. Within my life thousands of doors had been shut, but the truth-of-the-matter of life is when we know what we were born to do, we’ll stop at nothing to complete it. The trick is to keep walking through doors until we find the one door that makes our heart beat in such way that we couldn’t close the door if we wanted to.

Within the Bible IT IS WRITTEN, “…so, you too, when you see all these things, recognize that He is near, right at the door.” Matthew 25:10





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A few days ago my aunt and uncle came for a visit. The last time I saw them was a few years back when their son passed away and they filled me in on how his wife and daughters were doing. They continued on by sharing how my cousin, Gail, was holding up with her family and the new events that transpired within their lives. It’s interesting how at times… families can be so close, but then age and distance can  turn families into distant friends.

As our conversation continued my aunt shared a story about my grandmother and the story went like this.

“Gina, nearly 15 years ago your grandmother called me at work. Two young girls had knocked on her door asking if she had lost a White Poodle. Your grandmother took one look at the dog and immediately thought it was my dog, so she replied, ‘No, I didn’t lose a dog, but I know whose dog it is.’  And she took it.

A few moments later she called me at work and said, ‘Pat, now don’t you worry I have your dog and I will keep him here until you get home!’

Now, at that moment I began to worry because my dog was sitting at my feet and I said to your grandmother, ‘Mom, now I am worried and I will be right over.’

When I arrived at your grandmother’s house I walked in and saw a poodle that was supposed to be white, but was completely brown from trying to find his way home. The moment I walked through the door he immediately ran to my dog and was so happy to see him, that I decided since the two dogs got along so well I would take him home, clean him up and then work hard to find who his owners were.

For weeks I tried to find his home, but with no luck I became the owner of another poodle and the two dogs remained the best of friends for nearly a decade. When my poodle eventually died, the other one died within 24 hours, and within 24 hours and one minute I was left with nothing more than the beautiful memory of how one lost dog found his way home to a place where he would be reunited with his own breed, and a loving home!”

My aunt laughed and teared as she shared the story because she  believes that God blinded my grandmother’s eyes from seeing the dirt so that the dog wouldn’t be turned away, but would find his way home.

For the past few days I’ve been thinking about that story and how many times within my life I’ve been accused of not seeing what other people see, but now I believe that there are times within our lives where our heart sees what God wants us to see so we too can find our way home.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11

When I think of the story of one lost dog I now see how God orchestrated that meeting between the girls, my grandmother and my aunt, and if God will make a way for a tiny little lost poodle He will certainly make a way for us!

16 This is what the Lord says— he who made a way through the sea, a path through the mighty waters,  17 who drew out the chariots and horses, the army and reinforcements together, and they lay there, never to rise again, extinguished, snuffed out like a wick: 18 “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. 19 See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. Isaiah 43:16-19

Praying everyone a beautiful day. There’s nothing grander than being reminded that God knows which doors He wants us to open.




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Yesterday morning I was watching the news and cried as our military was leaving Iraq. I remember the day that my son joined the Marines, and that faithful day when he called and said that he got his orders, “Mom, in a few short months I will be heading to Iraq.”  Those are words a mother never forgets.

During his deployment I was glued to the news. I kept it on 24/7 hoping that someone… anyone would show up at my son’s base and film him. When they had the “Wall of Heroes” we emailed in his picture, and each time my telephone rang I would run to the phone in hopes it would be him.

I kept my Internet on 24/7 too. In the event he had a moment to chat I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss it. My Laptop went everywhere I did.

I also had a Cross.

When my son was a child, he made me a wooden Cross,  and I put garland and lights around it, and it hung in my family room. When he went to Iraq I took that Cross and hung it outside , and  never unplugged it.  One-by-one my neighbors stopped by my home to ask me about the Cross, and I told them that I wasn’t going to unplug it until my son  (and all those who were serving) were home.  One night the lights went out and my neighbors all gathered and came up to my porch. When I opened the door they were standing there in silence until one said, “Gina, is everything okay?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Your Cross. The lights went out and we thought something happened to your son.”

I looked and sure enough the lights burnt out, but within that moment… I realized that my neighbors were  paying attention.

When my son finally came home from Iraq I continued to leave my Cross up until the Cross fell apart. Years of being out in the elements will do that to wood, but what I realized yesterday was— even though my wooden Cross no longer hangs, my heart still prays daily for all those who have been so far away from all those they love.

And, to those who are serving my country… WELCOME HOME AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AND SACRIFICE!

And to the Gold Star Families of America… ALWAYS PRAYING FOR YOU AND WILL NEVER FORGET!

And when we had taken our leave one of another, we took ship; and they returned home again. Acts 21:6


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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Yesterday afternoon I took a break and decided I would walk over to our water feature and relax. My office was getting hot, and for the first time— in a very long time, I decided I would actually break away from work and enjoy something my husband worked hard to create for me, even naming it: Gina Beach.

So, I grabbed a G2 (which was once called: Gatorade) and went and sat on my bench and was relaxing. As I was contemplating jumping in the water, a Hawk swooped in over my head, and accidentally dropped the meal he was carrying. A tiny mouse.

Now, normally I am not a fan of mice, but when I watched this one fall from the sky, hit the large boulder, and roll into the water my heart hurt. At first I thought it was dead, so I just sat there and watched to see if the Hawk  wanted to come back for his meal. When that didn’t work, I went  and got a fish net, and gently placed it under the mouse. The moment I did the mouse miraculously came alive and took his four little legs and ran out of my net and back into the water.  Three times I tried to catch the mouse with the net, until finally I had to let the mouse be. I realized that mouse was so determined to get away that the two of us were going to keep doing this until one of us got tired.

I decided it would be best for me to sit down for a moment and wait for his tiny little legs to paddle until they were finally worn out. So, I sat back down on my bench and waited. I watched as this little mouse swam from one side to the other. He was too small to climb over the side, so all he could do was swim back and forth.

I have to admit that he swam for a good 2 minutes, before his little body finally decided that it had enough. It wasn’t until he stopped moving was I able to reach my net underneath him and pick him up.

As I pulled him up from the water I said, “I truly was trying to help you, but you wouldn’t let me.”  He looked at me with his little brown eyes and took a sigh of defeat. As I found a place to put him where he could get his “wits” about him I realized that his wits are what allowed him to wiggle out of the mouth of the bird, but his fear in accepting help from a friend, almost cost him his life.

As I was walking back up to my office I began to smile and remembered…

Immediately after this Jesus made his disciples get back into the boat and cross to the other side of the lake while he sent the people home.  Afterward he went up into the hills by himself to pray. Night fell while he was there alone. Meanwhile, the disciples were in trouble far away from land, for a strong wind had risen, and they were fighting heavy waves. About three o’clock in the morning Jesus came to them, walking on the water. When the disciples saw him, they screamed in terror, thinking he was a ghost. But Jesus spoke to them at once. “It’s all right,” he said,. “I am here! Don’t be afraid.”

Then Peter called to him, “Lord, if it’s really you, tell me to come to you by walking on water.”

“All right, come,” Jesus said. So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on water toward Jesus. But when he looked around at the high waves, he was terrified and began to sink. “Save me, Lord!” he shouted.

Instantly Jesus reached out his hand and grabbed him. “You don’t have much faith,” Jesus said. “Why did you doubt me?” And when they climbed back into the boat, the wind stopped. Then the disciples worshiped him. “You really are the Son of God!” they exclaimed. Matthew 14: 22-33

When I came into my office and sat down I had to smile. The mouse isn’t the only one who learned a lesson.

Onward by Faith!

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