You are definitely a back door person,” he said as I left the party. “Most everyone else came through the front door, but not you, you are a back door person. You should write a blog about that.”
I went out the door and down the back stairs, jumped in my car and drove straight home. Hopping on my computer, I effortlessly wrote my blog ‘about that.’
We all need our back door people. Back door people see us at our worst yet believe in our best. They do not need our doorbell but they do need our time. Back door people allow our guard to go down and our inner voice to well up. They are our favorite sweatshirt, soft and cozy, well worn and trusted.
Skipping over smiley small talk, our back door people understand our hurts and our hangups, our hopes and our hearts as our eyes meet instinctively above the crowd.
Some friends don’t help, but a true friend is closer than your own family (Proverbs 18:24, CEV).
