Locked.

Yesterday Shiloh locked herself in her room.

I freaked out.  She woke up from her nap, and tried to open the door all by herself.  But instead she locked it, FROM THE INSIDE.

I was right there, but was 2 seconds too late.  Locked out.

I panicked.  Brandon came within 10 minutes, and climbed through the window.  (***sigh***, our hero)

We've taken the door knob off, and will be replacing it with one that does not lock.

But it got me thinking about how we do this all the time with God.  We lock Him out.  Not even in a consciously prideful way, but sometimes we merely think we can open the door all by ourselves, and instead we are locking Him out from coming to get us/help us/guide us/love us.

I wonder if the way I felt as I sat on the outside of Shiloh's door...

unable to get to her

trying my best to keep her calm and happy

asking her to open the door

....is how God feel about us.  

Does He sit outside our locked doors worried for us, asking us to open them up?  As a Father, is His heart burdened when He can't reach us?  And how many locked doors do I have?

"Be dressed ready for service and keep your lamps burning, like servants waiting for their master to return from a wedding banquet, so that when he comes and knocks they can immediately open the door for him."  ~ Luke 12:35-36

Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline.  So be earnest and repent.  Here I am!  I stand at the door and knock.  If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. ~Revelation 3:19-20