My Blindside

Today, as I was leaving for lunch, I got hit by a door. Yes, a door. Already frustrated and overwhelmed by the previous 4 hours of my day, all my petty worries exploded out as the door jammed into my body, forcing a few expletives out of my mouth. Thanks door.
The boil was soon reduced to a slow, constant simmer as I stumbled out the front door to the parking lot.
Life is full of unexpected slaps, turns, surprises, door punches you might say, and I find in those moments a well-spring of pent up emotions and underlying discomfort with life find a way of spilling over.
Trials, if you would like to call them that, have a way of instantaneously stripping back the facade we believe we wear so well, and perhaps we do to the point even we believe our lie. Fear is the same. Think of the last time you were afraid. You heard a noise in the middle of the night or came so close to almost getting into that car accident. For me, it is when I am on a plane. In that rushing moment when your heart speeds to a deafening volume, and all you can do is breathe. We are so vulnerable.
My prayer is that my time with the Lord would be constant. That I would lay my fears, worries and everything else before Him. So when the door slaps come in life and hit you in your blindside (not the movie, thanks), there is no boil under the surface, but instead a true peace and trust, with a hope that can face any trial, even death itself.
p.s. watch out for those doors, and I am sorry if this was cheezy. :)