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Remember this picture in Sunday School? (I know this will date me; illustrations like this were very popular years ago.)

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock . . .”

Beckoning, me was the comforting, loving attitude of Jesus in this verse; an attitude of patience, of long-suffering that lasted well into the night. Christ was knocking at the door of my heart, I heard the knock . . . and I opened the door.

Sadly, many will not hear his voice or understand it.

“Blessed is the man that heareth me watching daily at my gates waiting at the posts of my doors.”
—Proverbs 8:34

Our new home. Yes, it’s a disaster zone, an empty canvas, void, unlivable, stressful. And just like me, it’s not ready yet, but the door is open.

Dear Lord, it is both a duty and a privilege to wait at the throne of grace for your instruction. As a sinner, I wait upon you, oh Lord, to guide my steps through this journey. With your spirit, lead me to conviction quickly that I may not travel far without you. Discern for me what is your delight, that my home and heart be filled with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control.

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