The verses from Matthew 7:7-8 have been going through my mind the last few days. I began to watch doors. I have even been known to take pictures of doors. I also have been asking and seeking for answers to prayers and to learn more about this world of Gods and how we fit in.
I know when I ask, I will get an answer. It might not be the one I want to hear. The more I learn about God and the closer I get, the more the answer is not what I envisioned. I get more “not now”, “not what you want, but I do get answers.
When I seek, I do find. And I am learning how to distinguish between “finding” what I think I want, and seeing what I should be seeking and growing towards.
But the most important thing that I have learned these past few weeks, is that when I knock, the door opens. So, I get the answers when I ask, I find something when I am seeking, and when I knock, the door is opened for me.
But…. do I go through the door? I realized that this, for me, is the important part of these verses, knock and the door will be opened. Not might be opened, not cracked so that I can see a little inside, but opened.
There are steps in each one of the 3 parts of the verses. Asking, it requires me to ask something of God. Seeking, it requires me to search for God and what He has for me. And knocking, I have to knock on the door, to be opened for me.
We knock on doors so that whoever is inside will know we are there. We hope they are home, that they answer the door and welcome us in.
When I knock on Gods door, I want to know that He hears me, knows that I am there asking, after searching for Him, asking to come in to His house. To know that He will welcome me and sit a while and talk.
What do we talk about? World problems? What color should I paint the walls in my kitchen? What happened to the dinosaurs? Trivial things?
I think I would like to talk about how much I love Him, and need Him in my life. He took care of me during my trials with cancer and all the times since that have seemed so long. Getting Covid, getting older, not being able to see my kids and grandkids. Some in my family being afraid of results of procedures. Others being diagnosed with dementia.
These are all things I would like to talk about with Him.
But you know what? I have to go through the open door first. He is there waiting for me, knowing what I need and want, knowing what the answers are. He has a table and chairs all ready to sit with Him and just talk.
Will I go through the door? It is open.
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