Yesterday when I arrived at church with a car full of food for a luncheon after services, I was dismayed to realize I had forgotten my church key. There was plenty of time to go home and fetch my key, but there was no energy in me for that.
I stepped out of my car with a sunken heart, purse and car key in hand. I locked the car door and walked to the side of the church hoping to see if perhaps someone had already arrived. No one was there. It's early.
Figuring on a wait, I turned and walked towards a little bench in front of our church. There I would sit and wait for someone else to arrive, hopefully with a key. Disappointment would keep me company.
As I walked towards the bench, I looked at the fellowship hall just beyond with it's locked door. Maybe it's open. Suddenly I felt the possibility of the door being unlocked. It shouldn't be open.
I walked towards the door and up the few steps - dismay now replaced with hope - and placed my hand on the knob.
With one turn the door swung open and I entered the sanctuary.
Chuckling to myself, I returned to my car to retrieve my groceries. I couldn't help but notice a bounce in my step and a smile on my heart.
Revelation 3:8 "I know thy works; behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for you have a little strength, and have kept my word, and have not denied my name."
Amen.
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