Open Doors



“If you are a dreamer come in
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer
If you’re a pretender com sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
Come in!
Come in!”
― Shel Silverstein

I have always loved this poem.  To me, it is about open doors, new possibilities, welcoming hospitality, community, and encouragement.  It says you are enough, you are chosen, you are invited, you are wanted.  Come in and share life with me.  It’s going to be fun.

I know Shel Silverstein is not Jesus but I can’t help but think Jesus might say the same thing.  Whoever you are, wherever you’ve been, come sit with me, let’s share stories, let’s do life together…come in!

We moved this past week into our new home.  After months of moving and being in temporary housing, it feels good to settle in and unpack. The picture above is of our new house through the front doors.

I love doors.  They hold such possibility.

From both sides.

Maybe you are the one inside, beckoning others to join you…Come in! Come in!

Maybe you are the one on the outside hoping to be invited, filled with curiosity, glimpsing inside…excited about the possibility of new things.

I feel like I’m on both sides right now.

God is opening this new door and saying, Come in! I’ve got great plans for you. Let’s do this.

I am excited. I feel loved and protected.  I say yes. I step through the door. Another new door.

I trust.

And then I feel I must do some inviting of my own:

Jesus, come into this space and fill it up.  Fill us up. Bless each and every corner of this home with your presence and your grace.  Teach us to be more like you. Laugh with us and be with us as we eat, pray, talk, learn, grow and love.  In our early morning grogginess and in our late night prayers…when the sun sets and rises…in our arguments and disappointments and struggles…in our celebrations and our accomplishments and our dreams coming true. In those moments when we wonder and we doubt and we let fear creep in…be there to remind us and to reassure us and to comfort us.  Show us who we are and what we are living for. Come into the messiness and love us.  Right now. As we are. We are in process and you know it and you love us anyway.  We put our faith and trust in you.

We invite you in.

It is because of you that we can step through new doors with bold confidence and joyous expectation.

You are doing a new thing and we are grateful.

Come in! Come in!


©2015 Sue Bidstrup, Great Big Yes™, All Rights Reserved

I hope you can join us for a virtual Bible Study (0ver the phone!) starting February 9th. We will be exploring The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning.  It’s an amazing book filled with so much encouragement! I will be leading the study so if you have any questions about how it works, please email me at  If you want to register, please go to and then to events and then virtual bible studies.  I would LOVE to study God’s Word with you! 








Gotta Go



It’s a rainy day and I’m weepy.

It all started in the car.  I was driving my oldest daughter to school. The song, “I Bet My Life” by Imagine Dragons came on the radio. It’s about a strained relationship with parents. There was a part in there that just tore my heart out:

I know I took the path that you would never want for me
I know I let you down, didn’t I?
So many sleepless nights
Where you were waiting up on me
Well I’m just a slave unto the night
Now remember when I told you that’s the last you’ll see of me
Remember when I broke you down to tears
I know I took the path that you would never want for me
I gave you hell through all the years

The song goes on to talk about forgiveness and he sings, “There’s you in everything I do”.  He realizes later what his parents gave him.  He can bet his life on them.

I love a happy ending but sometimes the beginning and middle are brutal. In songs and in life.

My daughter saw that I was crying and she said, “Mom, don’t cry.”

I tried to pull it together until she got out of the car.

Once she was out, I started crying again.  Thinking about all the ways our children leave us. Thinking about all the times they leave.  Even if they did not, “give us hell” there is no doubt we’ve had some sleepless nights.

College is coming up and she and I have different ideas about what this means.  She said to me, “Mom, you gotta trust me. I’m supposed to go.”

Don’t get me wrong, I know she is supposed to go.  I went. People go. I get it.

It was the “Mom, you gotta trust me” part.

Just like in the song, it’s all a journey right?

I read a review of the lyrics and people were commenting that this song could be describing our walk with Jesus.  Our rebellion and our path back.

Every story is about redemption.

But to get to that place, we have to leave this place.  And these people.

And even when I know it’s right…it breaks my heart.


©2015 Sue Bidstrup, Great Big Yes™, All Rights Reserved

My Mat

I went to yoga today for the first time in months.

I actually went to a new studio and tried a new class with new people.

All the newness almost had me saying, “no” again.

But then I remembered all the talk about “yes” that I’ve been putting out there.  All the encouragement I’ve been posting for all of us to say “yes” to the new things.  I’ve decided I should hashtag everything #preachingtomyself.

Sometimes “yes” is hard.  There is a voice that says, “It’s too much work” or “I don’t feel like it” or “I’m tired and it’s not worth it”, etc.  I’ve heard that voice and at times I’ve felt like just going back to bed.  Maybe you’ve heard that voice too.  It can be loud and menacing.  It can be convincing.

Today I just decided to do it…say, “yes”…GO.

It was  a hot yoga class and I am not used to that.  No towel, not enough water, no clothes to change into afterwards.  I figured, “I’m here, let’s just try it.”

It was amazing. Hot and challenging and inspiring.

At the end of class, I had a wet cold lavender soaked towel over my eyes and I heard the teacher say, “The divine light in me recognizes and honors the divine light in you.  Namaste.”

The tears came then.  Cleansing tears.  Joyful tears.  Grateful tears.  So good to hear those words again.

I had come home. My mat is home wherever it lands.  My mat is home in Chicago and my mat is home in Austin.  My mat is where I can go inside.  My mat is where subtle changes lead to lasting transformation.  My mat is where I am reminded, awakened and challenged.

It’s so good to be back.


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