Something I take for granted, as long as they are close to me, are my keys. I personally hate having them in my pockets so they always end up in my backpack or tossed in a basket. I must have at least ten keys on my key ring and it would take me a bit to figure out which one goes to what but carry them I must. One exception to this rule is when I travel. I have no need for keys when I travel so I abandon them on my desk to be left but never forgotten. Without them close by, my mind often franticly does a search for them. Which pocket of my bags are they in? Were did I last have them? On and on my mind will repeat this as I go from one place to another. Its like a strange invisible umbilical cord that attaches me to them. It is amazing to me how keys have become such a part of my anatomy. Its a strange feeling, as though I need to know that I can lock myself in or out, open a door or turn the ignition on and speed away. So here I fly to Eastern Europe again with this nagging feeling that I need them but in reality I have no need for them at all. What I need more than to open a physical door or to turn on a car, is the assurance that my God has spiritual doors waiting to be opened that I can walk through. Maybe today my need for keys are just a personal need to control the doors I want opened. Whatever the case, today I release that control to God and Go in faith. He holds the keys and I look forward to the journey and the wide open doors...
1 Corinthians 2:9 However, as it is written: "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him" James 2:17 In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.
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Thursday, September 17, 2015
Where are my KEYs?
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