As we grew older and could drive, the backdoor welcomed us home from our part time jobs or those return visits home from college. The seasons passed and the traffic at the door slowed down, I was the last to leave for college and the door became almost silent except when my mom and dad would occasionally use it. They started coming in the front to save my mama some steps. She had given up hanging her laundry out years before.
When I was twenty, my sister Wanda passed away and we all came back. I stood in the kitchen and looked through that door as the very sky poured down torrents of rain that matched the sadness in my soul. Inside this door was supposed to be safe. I felt betrayed. We weathered that storm but several years later mama passed away too. I once again found a great grief through this door. I soon brought my future husband to this door and after that a little baby boy. Life presses forward even in the face of loss and grief.
My dad grew older and less steady in his steps and we were uncomfortable in his using that door any longer, but even as he approached 90, he did not give into our wishes. The steps became more rickety even through they had been patched up over the years. Finally the day came that he left home to go to a retirement center. The house was shut up and the door grew totally silent. The smoke house, barn and car shed met their demise as time took its toil. The rose bush became overgrown and the path through the woods indistinct. He passed away five years later.
We lived a lot of life in our little house. During my years growing up the world kept alluring with promises of pleasures, excitement and fulfillment. In my immaturity I did not know that the satisfying life was really right there through that back door. It is the ordinary things that bring the most life and happiness. The things centered around home and family. Therein lies our security and our treasures in this life. It is people and relationship! The people who matter the most are the ones that God has given us in our families. We each have a stewardship for each person.
Our old house stands empty with a for sale sign just waiting for someone to find that portal to a good life at that old screen door.