Open Doors
I sit in a room this morning amazed at how many different doors there are around me. No decoration. Very little comfort in the waiting. Only His words and patience to keep me company. To only sit here feels wrong, but I have no place to go. So silently, I wait.
Some time ago, I checked each door. In the beginning, they were all locked. When I knocked, there was no response. Every morning I still walk up to each door and try each one. Only recently did I discover that indeed there are now several doors that I could open myself but the blessed hope that I seek was not in there. There is no reason to enter unless He opens it for me.
My soul yearns for the day when after prayer I shall open my eyes and see that open door. To see the Master in the doorway waving me inside. Calling for me to follow. In my preparation, I hear him moving just outside. I know it won't be long. Trusting that His timing holds a purpose. He is surely making preparations of his own both outside this room, and within.
Echo'ing the Revelation, I close my eyes again and pray "Even so, Come, Lord Jesus."
