tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756675007223295900.post2914489701899617675..comments2024-03-28T18:22:53.041-04:00Comments on Closed Doors, Open Windows: Practicing Hospitality via the InternetPamela M. Steinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04060656432106792419noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756675007223295900.post-69110557941710983732010-02-26T15:03:31.975-05:002010-02-26T15:03:31.975-05:00Your book, your book! We'll talk Monday and i...Your book, your book! We'll talk Monday and in the meantime you keep praying. Love you, RAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05129821652130191487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756675007223295900.post-43265637721244154342010-02-26T13:14:42.782-05:002010-02-26T13:14:42.782-05:00Rhonda, Ouch! That was a hard one! You know me so...Rhonda, Ouch! That was a hard one! You know me so well! Ok...what exactly are you suggesting? I am all ears! Since I haven't been able to "make something happen" on my own, and I thought I had been seeking God's will all along and yet I haven't quite figured out just what it is He is asking me to do...I am opening the door to new ideas. Perhaps this is what God has been waiting for me to do all along! "Ok, Lord...I'm committed to this journey...so please lead the way!"Pamela M. Steinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14020779133102984304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2756675007223295900.post-17447652850222723492010-02-26T10:11:32.680-05:002010-02-26T10:11:32.680-05:00Pammy, how nice of you to invite me to tea. You k...Pammy, how nice of you to invite me to tea. You know how much I adore a cup of tea and a good visit. <br /><br />On the subject of closed doors though, I am one of the really annoying people who have never looked at a closed door as anything but "this was not meant to be, at least not now." (The eternal optimist!) I praise God that I am blessed with this spirit and realize it is a gift from Him. I wish I could bottle it for my friends and family who struggle with doubt, questions, direction, etc. I DO struggle sometimes with hearing God the first time. I often need a brick up side the head! A closed door however, is hardly a passing thought. "Well, that didn't work out. What's next."<br /><br />As you know, I was part of the corporate world (air line industry) for many years. I spent a good part of that time as a manager to a staff and a large front line population. I loved the people with whom I worked but never felt effective in the administrative area. (It felt like baby sitting to me and I didn't like baby sitting when I was a teenager!) I had the opportunity to work on a project to create a new air line, within the existing one. I have never been so exhilarated. I loved every minute of the project. Alas, once the project went to the suits at the home office to make decisions I had to return to my desk job. All I could think of was I wanted to work for that new air line but I knew the opportunities would be at the home office and I was not willing to move. <br /><br />Shortly after the attacks on 9-11-01, all the air lines began to cut service, flights, employees, etc. Guess what? My position was eliminated. My boss assured me I would be protected with some kind of management position. My immediate response was, "I don't want to be protected. I want to go back to the front line and fly for the new air line." <br /><br />I did just that and it was the happiest three years of my career! After three short years though they (the idiots) decided to do away with this wildly successful branch of our company. Now I had new decisions to make. To make a long story short, I retired. I applied with a different company (for a flight attendant position) and never even had an interview. Since my resume' is good, with lot's of experience, I did not take it personally. I knew God was guiding me in a new direction. <br /><br />Of course, you know my direction and it has been a huge blessing. I thank God I didn't get that job because it would have kept me from doing what I really love. It would also have meant I would have been gone from home 7 days in a row, twice per month. My husband would have been miserable! Is it possible you need a brick up side the head? Or maybe a baton?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05129821652130191487noreply@blogger.com