Good morning…
“You are definitely a back door person,” he said as I left the party last night. “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 now write my blog ‘about that.’
We all need our back door people.
Back door people see us at our worst yet believe in our best.
Back door people don’t 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.
Back door people are our favorite sweatshirt, soft and cozy, well worn, 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 above the crowd.
Some friends don’t help, but a true friend is closer than your own family (Proverbs 18:24, CEV),
Sue
