So a very similar thing happened today, Helen was over and I realized the dogs had not been outside yet. I figured I could let them upstairs to go straight outside and then send them back down, maybe Helen would not even realize. NO CHANCE! That little girl cried and cried and cried. And again, even after the dogs were on the other side of the door to the basement she still cried.
I said something to her about how there was a door and knocked on it, as if to show her how solid the door is...which then got me thinking about how there is a door in life that the Lord has provided between me and what I am afraid of. There are many doors that the Lord puts up for my safety, none as complete though as the Gospel of Christ. That although, I am a sinner and God cannot be with sin, that Christ the sinless, died my death so I could live. No matter what situation/fears I face in this life, a solid door in the Gospel separates me.
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