How Godric Left Home

The priest Tom Ball says to Godric, "This life of ours is like a street that passes many doors...nor think you all the doors I mean are wood. Every day's a door and every night." Every moment, Tom Ball is saying, is a choice we must make. And oh, the number of choices I have made.
I fell in love with Godric's story because I see so much of myself in him. Like Godric, I left home to make my own journey, a path that was mine alone. But if, as Godric says, "...I should trace it back, it's to my father's hand that it would lead." At the time, of course, it was my father's hand I wanted to leave; but "fool that I was, I thought that day it was only home I left."
When all is laid to rest, I wonder how the open doors behind me will speak of my journey. For surely if someone cared to look, those doors might tell a tale of absurdity and grace. And isn't that what the story of God really is. A tale of absurd happenings splattered blood red with countless moments of grace. Because for every time the door opened and a path of failure emereged, I hope that there are two doors that I opened to which grace was present.
If it is not the case, then why do we struggle so hard? If we cannot believe that in the midst of hopless failures, God continues to reach out to us, then why do we bother? And ultimately, when we leave home, if it is not for an entirely different kind of home we seek, for what then should we leave?