Sunday, February 6, 2011

Knock at the Door

Revelation 3:20 Behold I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and I with him.

Deep asleep, I hear a knock at the door.
Has Rheanna lost her house key?
Feeling happy she’s home I rush to the door.

But the fireman dressed in rescue equipment says,
“Can you tell me your daughter’s name ma’am?”
As my heart sunk, my mind tried to grasp his next few words.

“Rheanna has been in a bad car wreck, she is being airlifted to Tupelo Hospital in critical condition.” A parent should never receive such a knock at the door.

At the ER, we are asked to wait in a family room, while they clean her up. The nurse knocks lightly at the door, “Ms. McDaniel, you can come back now.”

As she knocks to alert the doctors we are entering the trauma room. I hear machines, orders being shouted, and my child’s gut-wrenching screams.

A Strength not of my own carries me through the door, as I see my flesh and blood laying mangled on a bloody sheet with tubes going every direction; bruises and cuts covered her once flawless skin.

The swipe of a badge opens the door, to allow family to look at her in amazement and fear — one at a time I saw shock turn into reality on their faces.

Once stabilized Rheanna is moved to a room. Relieved, she is ready for rest, but there was a constant knock at the door.

Test this, check that, poke here, push there. I knew the hospital staff was helping, but how I wanted to lock that door!

Then family and friends seem to have a different tone when they knock at the door. They bring prayer, praise, love and concern. There knocks brought Hope in the room with them.

I sit here now, awaiting a knock at the door. The doctor will tell me the condition of my frail child.

As I patiently wait, I am reminded of how my Savior knocked on the door of my heart and how long I made Him wait. Even though He entered with joy, not dreading the task at hand.

The hinges seemed rusty, yet He entered and began remodeling, renewing and restoring. Had I not opened the door of my heart to my Savior, I could not have walked through, or opened the many doors I face today. 

Thank you Jesus, you are our Strength, Healer, Deliverer, and Hope! 

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