Isn't it funny how front doors have personalities? Some are brightly colored with mums sitting around them like candles around an altar; others are soothingly calm, wood-colored and adorned with hanging ferns dancing to the music of wind chimes; and some are worn with weather and time, chipped and dented, but still wise in their old age.
We often miss the beauty of our door, welcoming us home after a hectic, disappointing day. It stands there faithfully saying, "You're home, come inside."
My front door is painted white, standing out among the red brick of our house. A paper-collaged bench keeps it company along with pillows made by my late, sweet friend. It's a welcoming entry. One I take for granted almost every day. I get distracted with the weeds growing out of the sidewalk and the funny wasp nests hidden in crevices above the porch light. But I want to change that; I want to notice the friendly front door in this one, simple life.
What about you, what do you love about your front door? Your entry? Or coming home?
