Behind Closed Doors

Beth picked her way carefully up the rough track, to where a rickety, weather-beaten gate hung crazily on its hinges. Beyond, a tangle of weeds and overgrown shrubs almost hid the old house from view. But there it stood, silent and long neglected. It was as if, behind its closed doors, it was waiting - waiting for Beth - waiting to become once more a place of laughter and music, companionship and prayer.