Knock and the door shall open

Joe and I took a trip down memory lane two weeks ago. We went to Colorado Springs to see the hangar where he fixed his first jets and then to his first home. When we got to his little Tudor home two overgrown juniper trees hid the front the door, the paint was just as Joe, his mother and father had left it when they painted it some 22 years ago. Joe said shall we knock and I timidly agreed and am glad I did. To our great surprise, Susan who had purchased this home from Joe and his wife at the time, was still the owner and warmly welcomed us in. She immediately recognize Joe who she had only met once and as she turned to grab something on an antique bookshelf, she said "oh, I think these are yours", referring to two old photographs she had saved all these years. They were Joe's and thus began an hour visiting with this very warm woman. She had not changed anything in the house, barely even cleaned it, however despite the physical wear and tear of the home, Susan's unencumbered nature was the blessing of the trip. Meeting this woman who was free from the worldly necessities was loving, kind, welcoming and well holy. I realized I was in the presence of the divine named Susan. I learned two valuable things on this trip with Joe, be not afraid and knock and the door shall be opened.