Have you seen my Keys?

This is a Repost. An Oldy but a Goody!

"These keys don't work!", I grumbled as I tried and tried to get them to turn the lock in the door.  I knew it then, but didn't want to admit it, these were not the right keys. They looked similar but they were not the ones that would open the door! 

Don't you hate it when you misplace something? Usually if I retrace my steps I can find what I have lost. This time things were very different! 

My experience was like the song by Francesca Battistelli

Lost my keys in the great unknown, And call me please 'Cuz I can't find my phone. This is the stuff that drives me crazy,This is the stuff that's getting to me lately. ,In the middle of my little mess,I forget how big I'm blessed.This is the stuff that gets under my skin, But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing. It might not be what I would choose, But this is the stuff You use
Searching continued;

• In the pockets of my jackets, vests and sweatshirts.
• Under the bedroom dressers and even under the bed.
• In both cars, in the glove compartments, under the seats and in the cup holders.
• In the drawers of the kitchen, office and living room.
• In all of my purses.
• In my school classroom.

I Looked Everywhere and still have not found them! 

These lost keys remind me that Jesus is the only way to the father.

He is the key

He is the Only one who can open the door

Through Him we may walk through

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. John 14:6

What have you been searching for?

Father, thank you for reminding me that you hold the keys to life, forgiveness, joy and eternity.

May I come in?

Walking through the Door

Doors often represent new beginnings, travel, a pathway. But they can also connect to an obstacle, an end of a dream and being shut out. There is a new thing in my life that is beckoning me to a door.  Up to now I have been unwilling and afraid to enter through it. 

My mom who is 72 has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease.  For the past several years I have been aware of memory loss and some confusion in her yet I seemed to be able to overlook it or make excuses for it.  I have been afraid to walk through the door of understanding.  Somehow I felt that if I ignored it it would just go away!  Yeah that didn't work so good! 

Realizing that I need help with understanding this disease I am beginning to read more about the ugly effects that it has in it's victims and their families. Regardless of how difficult this door has been to go through my desire is to find joy in the midst of it. 

Galatians 4:5-6 tells us to make the most out of every opportunity. In this season that is exactly what I am choosing to do. It's going to be a bumpy ride but I know that I do not go into it alone. 

Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.Isaiah 58:8

What door is God asking you to walk through today?

Have you seen my Keys?

"These keys don't work!", I grumbled as I tried and tried to get them to turn the lock in the door.  I knew it then, but didn't want to admit it, these were not the right keys. They looked similar but they were not the ones that would open the door! 


Don't you hate it when you misplace something? Usually if I retrace my steps I can find what I have lost. This time things were very different! 




My experience was like the song by Francesca Battistelli

Lost my keys in the great unknown, And call me please 'Cuz I can't find my phone.
This is the stuff that drives me crazy,This is the stuff that's getting to me lately.In the middle of my little mess,I forget how big I'm blessed.This is the stuff that gets under my skin,But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing.It might not be what I would choose, But this is the stuff You use

Searching continued;

• In the pockets of my jackets, vests and sweatshirts.
• Under the bedroom dressers and even under the bed.
• In both cars, in the glove compartments, under the seats and in the cup holders.
• In the drawers of the kitchen, office and living room.
• In all of my purses.
• In my school classroom.

I Looked Everywhere and still have not found them! 


These lost keys remind me that Jesus is the only way to the father.

He is the key

He is the Only one who can open the door

Through Him we may walk through

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. John 14:6

What have you been searching for? 

Father, thank you for reminding me that you hold the keys to life, forgiveness, joy and eternity. 

May I come in? Jann