Knocking on Doors


I’m thinking about doors this morning…

Each morning, before the noise of the world intrudes, I sit in my chair with my tea and typically at my feet. I write down dreams that I’ve had and whatever I hear Creator speaking to me. I’ve been reading a chapter in Matthew each day for this last week, and this morning I read Matthew 7. I’ve read it many times before, and I’m sure I’ll have read it many more times before all is said and done in my life on this earth. But, I was struck by something so profound that I stopped reading, and started to write down my thoughts.

Knock and the door will be open to you, it says.

Seek, and you will find.

Ask, and it will be given to you.

I don’t know about you, but I haven’t always found this to be true in my life. I’ve knocked and the door has not opened, I’ve sought and not found, and I’ve asked and it has not been given. This can throw a person of faith into a bit of a quandary. Is Jesus, then, lying when he says these things? Is it all some cosmic joke?

No, I don’t think so.

I think the problem comes in what I’m asking for, what door I’m knocking on, and what I’m hoping to find. I think that often, I’m looking for the wrong thing. The rest of that section talks about the Father knowing how to give good gifts to his children. That when we ask for bread, he will not give us a stone.

I was struck this morning by how often we knock on the wrong door, or ask for the wrong thing. Or, sometimes, we ask for the right thing in the wrong way or at the wrong time. And, then, I think that often times, the wounds in our hearts and souls speaks more loudly than our minds and mouths. Part of the problem comes when we ask for what we think is bread, but God knows that it’s really a stone.door

But what struck me this morning was that when I’ve sought, asked, and knocked before to seemingly no avail, I believe that it’s because my wounds and lies were at work against me. So even though I was asking for my work to be noticed (for example), the wounds and lies were asking for rejection and to be overlooked. I was literally at war within myself.

I’ve been knocking on the wrong doors for the wrong reasons.

And, God, in his mercy, kept them closed.

I was asking for a stone.

But now, as I’m recognizing the Truth, and healing those wounds, I am able to knock on the right doors. I can ask for bread, real bread! I can knock on doors of opportunity with confidence and clarity. And, I can begin to dream bigger than I’ve ever imagined before!

Are you knocking on the right doors? Or are wounds and lies keeping you stuck at the wrong door and asking for a stone?