Jesus on My Door

I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m living in the house that I grew up in, so the house is on the older side. It’s gone through the family before us,  that had it when it was new and then we moved in not long after that. All my siblings, their children and now grandchildren have had some form of experience here whether it’s living here when needed or a birthday party or cookout. The house has been through a lot.

The two cats that we have are the first long term pets the house has ever seen and they are very curious about things. The one and only small bathroom in our house has seen it’s days of break down and repairs. This being said, the shower being directly next to the door, water has always gotten on the door one way or another.

The warped wood of the door recently started peeling and wouldn’t you know my cats would find it interesting. Although my many attempts to not let them peel off a layer, they ended up doing just that to one of the corners.

At first, seeing the damage to the door upset me but then I looked again. Now you might think I’m crazy and by all means I’ve had my moments. When I took a minute and sat on the side of the tub, looking at the destruction, I saw something that shocked me.

I hope you can see it the same as I do because to me it looks like a picture of Jesus to me. I’ve searched the internet looking for a picture to match what I see but nothing is exact. I see an almost side view but he’s looking forward with a thorn crown and either one tear or one stream of blood coming from his eye down his cheek. I don’t see hair, it’s just his face but this blew me away. Am I seeing this because others can also see it or am I seeing it because I need to right now?

The world throws things our way and sometimes I think we ignore the signs we’re shown. There is a lot of indecision in my life and answers are what I’ve been searching for. Is this telling me to have faith and believe it will be okay? My mothers faith was stronger than mine and I know how much she fought for this house after the passing of my father. Could it be her faith that is coming back to help me when needed or am I going crazy from stress?

Just as our minds will have us forget something tragic, do you think it will let us see something encouraging like this? No matter what someones belief is, it’s a bit strange to see this on my bathroom door. Why not the bedroom door, but then again there would be no reason for that door to peel either.

My hopes is that this is a good sign and my brain is not just protecting me. Sometimes I do smell cigarettes in the house and no one has smoked in here for years. Other times I smell how my mother smelled or the smell of Rosemilk lotion that she used when I was young. The feeling of someone passing behind me while I’m working does happen more often lately. It doesn’t scare me but does make me question my alertness at that moment.

Am I losing it on this one or does anyone else see what I do?

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About meinaboxblog

I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.