Monday, March 26, 2007

Monday Moment: The Key

Freeman House has a lot of doors - 32 doors, actually. Most of them are old and solid wood, and unless updated all of them have brass knobs and key holes. It's really something.

I love to get down and peer through the keyholes as children must have done 100 years ago. It's interesting to me. As I was cleaning this weekend, I started wondering about those keyholes and all the keys that locked and unlocked the doors. What happened to them? Where are they? I find it strange that of all the things found in and under this house, a single key has yet to turn up.
So I made it a mini-mission Saturday morning. As I cleaned, I played Nancy Drew and kept a look out for anything resembling a skeleton key or a skeleton key hiding place.... I got nothing. The keys remain gone... or hidden.

Seems like life is that way too sometimes. We awake one day and find we're in a new place... a lonely place... a tough place... or a depressing place... and there are no keys to be found. And despite our best efforts of looking for answers... looking for a way out... looking for that one key to getting us through life, we come up empty-handed. We are in a life of 32 doors and no keys.

Or are we? I think not. Decidedly not. I'm just one girl, but I've done my share of searching. I've stumbled and cried and prayed my way through a considerable amount of key-hunting. And I didn't find my answer in a career. (Read me.) I didn't find my answer in money. My salvation didn't come by way of a man or a marriage. My key... to this life and whatever comes after... and my hope... for this day and the ones that come after... is simply this: Jesus Christ. The only begotten Son of God. The only key that unlocks the door to eternity.

Sure, I may still be looking for keys. Keys to the 32 doors of Freeman House. Keys to baking a light, moist cake. Keys to washing my comforter at home and not getting yellowish spots all over it. But I'm no longer searching for the key. That one I have in hand... in heart. And the best part of it is, this key is universal. My key can be your key, too. All we have to do is ask.

Ask, and it will be given to you;
seek, and you will find;
knock, and it will be opened to you.
-Matthew 7:7

Monday Moment is a little devotional read to help kick-start your week.
Hope to see you again next Monday!


Portrait of Peter said...

A wonderful journal with amazing photo's too.

Each door and keyhole has a history of emotions throughout the years.

They also hold our most inner thoughts when the key secures.

Blessings to you for sharing here.

Tracey said...

EXCELLENT post! And I adore all those door knobs shots =)

Beach Girl said...

What a great analogy; thank you.

When the Lord brought me here to this island almost a year ago I re-found the key that I had chosen to lay aside and misplaced. For a while I seemed to think that other keys were waiting to open doors that only the Master Key will open.

I am grateful for the love of our Savior, who patiently waits for us to figure out when we are searching for all of the wrong keys.

Yes, seek and we will find the Master and that is the key to life here and eternally.


cammy said...

Absolutely beautiful!

Unknown said...

Wonderful post, I had no idea your house has 32 rooms, it must be huge!! I'd LOVE to see a photo of it, please!! All those door knobs are wonderful too, and to think of all the hands that have opened doors in your house, only if doors could talk!

Sixteen Chickens said...

As you know we both have old homes, I have many of the same doorknobs/locks. Typically one skeleton key will open several similar locks. Try looking on the ledge above the doors. If that doesn't turn up anything try my other favorite looking place... ebay. :)

(I missed the whole point of the post didn't I?;) )

Beemoosie said...

What a beautiful way to express what God wants to do for us all!! And I wholeheartedly agree and could repeat what Tracey and beach girl have shared!