Your door is going to open

door picture by Katie@!

I strolled up to my hair stylist’s shop. It’s set in the middle of a quaint town {picture Mayberry here} and she’d left a little note that said, “Holley, be right back.” So I slipped inside and sat down to wait for the magic to happen on my head. With my spare time, I decided to take a little trip to the ladies room. It was only as I got ready to come back out that I realized the obvious: the door had no knob. In other words, I had locked myself in the bathroom.

I leaned down and could barely see through a small hole where the knob should have been. Dang.

After a few moments, I heard footsteps. “Hello?” I said as loudly as I could. No response.

I started to imagine what would happen if no one could get the door open.

My husband would think I’d been kidnapped.

Someone would take over my blog.

I would need to have food sent in via straw. That definitely ruled out cupcakes.

At that point, I began to panic. A life without cupcakes? Inconceivable.

I hollered louder this time. And sure enough, I heard the click, click, click of shoes coming my way in response.

“Holley? What are you doing?”

I had a brilliant response to that question, “I’m waiting for someone to rescue me because I can’t get out.” At this point I wondered if I had made a mistake by coming to get my hair colored even more blond.

It turned out that my stylist had painted the door the night before {hence the missing knob}. With the help of a screwdriver and well-time shoving of the door, I was free again!

I looked at the world around me. The sky seemed bluer. The grass greener. It had been a narrow escape and I felt grateful to be alive.

Then we both burst into giggles.

Later as I thought about my plight, I realized I never could have gotten out of that bathroom by myself. Nothing on the inside could have opened that door. I needed something beyond me to set me free. What kept me in there so long was my reluctance to holler for help. Huh, that seemed familiar.

Have you ever been stuck in life and been hesitant to ask for help?

Yep, me too. Lots.

But God says we can always holler for Him and He’ll set us free. Sometimes in miraculous ways, sometimes through someone who has the tools we need. It may not be in the way or time we want but help will come. You can count on it.

I’m glad I got out that day. I didn’t have my laptop with me and I would have missed you.  {Maybe I could have used the straw they fed me with to type through the little hole too.}

Just in case, I think I’ll practice asking for help a little more often–and a little louder too.

And in the meantime, I’m having a cupcake to celebrate my freedom.

Care to join me?

XO

Holley

* I’ve been welcoming You’re Made for a God-sized Dream to the world and recovering from dental surgery the last week {what a combo, huh?} so this is lovingly reposted from the archives.

For Tuesday: Last week your “do what you can step” for your God-sized dream came from chapter one of You’re Made for a God-sized Dream. What do you really want more of in your life? Will you dare to say it out loud? Hint: it probably means having less of something too {ex: more joy, less stress}. Write a post sharing the desire(s) of your heart and link it up here with us next tomorrow!

picture by Katie@!

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About Holley

Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author and Life Coach

I like humans, words, and good coffee. And I’d love to help you beat what’s holding you back, become all you’re created to be, and kick butt for the greater good.

Cheering you on,

Holley

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