Next, God spoke to Jonah a second time: "Up on your feet and on your way to the big city of Nineveh! Preach to them. They're in a bad way and I can't ignore it any longer."
This time, Jonah started off straight for Nineveh, obeying God's orders to the letter.
My husband, Danny, and I have talked for years about replacing our 25-year-old garage doors. They are not efficiently insulated, as is the rest of our home is, and well, to be honest, they make a racket when opening and closing. It's a soul-jolting, alarming sound that reverberates not just in the garage, but throughout the entire house. Think living too close to frequently traveled train tracks.
However, new garage doors are not high on our priority list. After all, the old ones still work, and new ones are definitely not cheap. We choose to procrastinate.
Until . . .
That fateful night when a lightning bolt strikes two of our backyard pines. Yep, the same one that knocks out our internet for almost three full days, fries the garage door sensors on Danny's side. We can still open the door electronically, but closing it? That's a whole other can of worms. When Danny needs to leave, I have to stand in the garage, and hold the control button firmly in order for the door to shut completely.
This is not convenient for either one of us.
So, you guessed it! Danny and I are up on our feet, ordering new doors for the garage. Thankfully, they are installed this past week.
What an improvement!!! I love the flat black finish on the steel doors; they match our roof and our front door perfectly.
And the added bonus? The doors, when opening or closing, barely emit a whisper. What an amazing difference! Makes me wish we had done this a lot sooner than we finally did.
Jonah, the penultimate procrastinator, though called on a mission by God, refused to accept the invitation, seeking Tarshish as his destination instead of Nineveh. It took three frightening, repentant days in the belly of the whale for Jonah to finally see the light, and follow God's instructions to the letter.
And it took a bolt from the blue wreaking havoc for Danny and me to wake up and realize that replacing the flimsy, raucous garage doors was a long-overdue necessity.
Drastic wake-up calls are not always the way God tells us to change our ways and obey Him. His might be that still, small voice, that unanticipated thought nudging our conscience, or a door of opportunity revealed. We must learn to listen, to heed and to follow when God beckons us forward. Calls us to walk closer to Him.
When we accept the mission God is giving us, we can rest assured we are truly knocking on Heaven's door.
And that door is sure to open.