When the Gate Swings Open to Another World

     Every once in awhile an invisible gate swings opens before me, and I realize I’m living in two dramas - the world around me and an unseen world.
     That happened when we sold our ranch-style home. We’d completed upgrades that we loved: installing wood and tile flooring everywhere except the living room that we kept carpeted, and turning two bedrooms into one to create a master area with a separate retreat.
     We loved it, but then we sensed it was time to “right-size.” Crazy, I know, but we put it on the market.
     A young couple with two kids nabbed it. At closing, the woman turned to me. “I couldn’t maneuver my daughter’s wheelchair on the stairs anymore. One time I lost control and she tumbled down.”     She explained her young daughter had a genetic anomaly that confined her to a wheelchair. “We needed a home on one level with all hard surfaces, except one carpeted room for physical therapy. And a big master bedroom to keep her bed near us so we could reattach her breathing tube when she loses it and chokes overnight.”
     I blinked back tears. Unbeknownst to us, we’d prepared our home for them. A God prompt? I think so. This reminds me that “…we are but actors in the play, not the director, and in fact we must listen carefully to the whispered stage directions,” author Philip Yancey says.
     That’s good to recall these days when the world is spinning out of control. More is going on than I can imagine.