Sometimes, we expect decisions to be simple – that one door will swing open, bathed in light, while the others quietly close. One of my favourite sayings is, “When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.” But what happens when all the doors are open, and every path seems to echo with possibility?
I’ve been walking through a different city today, a place shaped by centuries of prayer and learning. Its ancient cathedral stands tall over winding rivers, cobbled streets, and the hum of life. The Northern Saints feel especially present here; their legacy lingering in the stones, the stories, and the quiet spaces carved out for worship. There’s something reassuring about the weight of history, a reminder that countless people before me have wrestled with uncertainty, brought their questions to God, and found a way forward, step by step.
I thought the right path would be obvious, that I’d just know. But instead, I’ve found myself torn between several good options, wondering how to choose when each way seems full of potential for growth and joy.
Maybe, though, the gift isn’t in finding the one “perfect” answer but in discovering that God walks with us in the discernment itself. That He is in the beauty of a new place, the warmth of friendly faces, the quiet hush of a cathedral soaked in prayer. Perhaps the right path is the one we walk with trust, knowing that whatever we choose, we are never choosing alone.
For now, I’ll keep walking – along the river, beneath the shadow of ancient spires, through open doors. And I’ll try to trust that the light will be there, even if it only illuminates the next small step.
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