>Often I don’t even realize I am under there.  I am not tall enough, like my brother-in-law, to hit my head when walking through door ways.  So I am unaware at times I am leaning on the door post.  It’s not until someone(usually my wife, bless her)gives me a topspin whack to the back of head that I realize I am parked in indecision.  So this begins a tracking of those door frame seasons, moments, lack of knee jerk reactions under the in between spot.  Jesus said: “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.” Often my forehead is bruised.