The Knocking
Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears and listens to and heeds My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will eat with him, and he [will eat] with Me. –Revelation 3:20 (AMP)
As a young girl, I looked forward to my wedding day as the dawn of my life as a princess. I imagined the music and the lights and the formal posture of the crowd as I glided down to my prince, and the soundtrack of my heart at that moment would be “Someday my Prince will come.” What would it be like to be in love? Whom would I choose to spend my forever with? I met the Prince of my dreams at a very early stage in the game. Although I had never dreamed He would ask for my hand at such a young age, looking back I know it was because He wanted forever to begin as quickly as possible. At first the relationship was all roses and butterflies, and I was swept away by His charm and amazing capacity to understand me. It seemed the more I got to know about Him, the more my passion for His presence flamed in my heart.
But then my Prince and I hit a few rough patches, and for awhile it just didn’t seem that we were on the same page. I would talk to Him, the same way I always did, but it seemed that He just didn’t agree with my idea for our future together. He would speak to my heart and tell me not to worry about things that were happening around me – things that made life very uncomfortable! I waited for Him to do some things that had asked for repeatedly, but most of the time I had to wait. And that waiting was such a frustration, especially when I decided I could do what I wanted myself. Who said we had to do everything together? And so I began to make some choices of my own, and I’ll admit, I knew He was unhappy about a lot of those, but who could blame me? Yet every time I paused in my frenzy of self, I could hear His gentle knock from the other side of the door.
At first it was just irritating and I would find something to distract me from it, but after awhile I began to listen a bit longer every day. It was a comfort that the knocking never ceased – a consistency in life that I grew to appreciate so much that one day I gave up the bitterness I had stored inside and allowed it to fall away as I opened myself to my Prince once again.
Father, give me the passion that will ignite my heart in your Name. Dance with me to the tune of Your precious Word. You are my beloved, and I am Yours. Help me to cling to You, my first Love, today.
