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Don't open that door!



Growing up, my older sister had a "Mystery Date" game. I have no recollection of how it was played, only that, at the end of the game, you had to open the door to reveal your date. You wanted to get one of the handsome guys, dressed for a day at the beach or a formal dance. You lost if you got the "dud."

My other memory of this is that my sister rarely let me play the game, as I was "too young." This meant I had to sneak into her room and play by myself. I guess that was better than nothing. (By the way, I'm sorry,  Michele,  for trespassing.)

Dear Husband and I visited some friends from college a few weeks back. We were discussing all of the traumas I/we have had to deal with over the past year and a half, including losing our house. In many ways, it's been a blessing to have the apartment we found, and being relieved of the burden of too much stuff.

I didn't realize until I was speaking the words out loud, but I really did not like our old house. Too me, it represented so much stress, so many burdens, and unfortunately, far too many really bad memories. I used to come home at the end of the day, and as I got closer to home, I would get more tense. Opening the door and entering, I never knew what would greet me: another cracked window, something being stolen, a fight .... It was awful.

No one should feel dread when they are coming home.

Moving to our apartment has relieved that particular stress. There are only good memories here, and we fully intend to make more. Opening the door now means, I'm home. Kick off your shoes. Check the veggies and peppers on the deck. Gather around the table for a great meal and a bottle of wine.

About midnight, while Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God as the prisoners listened, there was suddenly such a severe earthquake that the foundation of the jail shook; all the door flew open, and the chains of all were shook loose. Acts 16:25-26

For so many years, my foundation has been shaky. Our home shifted this way and that, with every new crisis. Now, I have the doors and windows open to the sun and the wind. Our home is open and welcoming, and my chains are loosed. The Holy Spirit has room to move here. I no longer fear an open door, losing the game by getting the "dud," or facing down an angry teen.

No, here we praise God, for He has opened the doors that cut us off from peace and He has set us free.

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