Where are the keys?

By Helen Guilford - For the Expositor

Keys have recently become an issue.

We (Kelly and I) came home from our ministry at the nursing home, parked the car and, presumably, I put the car keys in their usual place.

I didn’t need them until the next day when I was going to town. Then, I reached for them in the exact same place I’ve put them ever since moving. No keys!

There is a cabinet drawer directly under that spot, so I looked there. No keys. There is also a small gap between the cabinet and the stove. Good place for keys to get knocked off and hide. Nothing. I got a flashlight and looked again. Even shining more light on the subject didn’t help. No keys!

Checked the pockets of the capris I was wearing. No keys. Did they drop out when I hung up the pants? Looked on the floor. Nope, no keys.

This set of car keys has a rather distinctive fob and should be easy to find. Still, nearly two weeks later, no keys!

At this point I can only wonder if those keys haven’t gone to hunt for some of the other stuff I can’t find! One thing for sure – they are somewhere on the premises because I drove the car home that day.

Last night, keys came to mind again. Differently this time.

My roommate had gone to bed about an hour earlier. I took Kelly on leash for her usual bedtime break. When we got back to the door, it was locked! How did that happen? I have no idea but, nonetheless, it was locked and I wasn’t going to enter without a key – which, of course, was inside!

Now what?

Oh! I could go around to my roommate’s bedroom window and maybe I could waken her. As I came up to the house, I realized a window on the back of the house was open. Maybe I could make her hear from there.

I knocked on the window. Called her name. Knocked again. Called some more.

Finally, I saw movement in her room. She looked so confused I was sure she was going back to bed. “Hey! It’s Helen. Come to the door.” More confusion. I kept talking and finally convinced her it was safe to come to the door.

Ah-h-h-h! Home, sweet home.

We can never look ahead and say with certainty when or where we will move. I’ve proven that point as I thought moving into a rental unit was final.

But God … Look for that! Sometimes, God simply directs in paths different from what we planned.

Yes, but God …

He holds the key to the kingdom of heaven. In fact, Jesus IS the Key to the Kingdom of Heaven. Accepting Him into our lives unlocks the gates. No need to call through a window for someone to open the door. In fact, Jesus is waiting for you to welcome Him into your life. He says, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If any man hear my voice, I will come in to him and will sup with him, and he with me.” (Rev. 3:20)

Keys are not issue. Just throw open the door of your heart and give Jesus free access.

Where are the keys?

By Helen Guilford

For the Expositor