For years Brittney evaded the locked, vine-draped door. Every now and then she skeptically took a look, but always ended up turning away. She was sure it was safer that way.
Until she prayed, that is.
The words were hardly out of her mouth – “Lord, I need You!” – when the door flung wide as if forced open by a silent dynamite charge. Torn vines dangled like waving green spaghetti as it slammed with a crash against the wall. A refreshing odor like that of freshly cut grass wafted from within.
Perhaps the wind…the Holy Spirit…
Brittney confidently walked across the threshold without so much as a hint of hesitation and was instantly transported to a softly lit, peaceful corridor. Her eyes soon adjusted, and another door became visible. Should she knock? Or call out, “Hello there?” Should she…run away?
This door had no knob, but seemed suspended so that it swung freely. Brittney pushed in her own strength; the door moved only slightly before settling back into position. Her heart pounded as she wondered what might be lurking on the other side.
“Lord, help me!”
With power that seemed almost supernatural she swept the heavy door aside with one swift shove.
She found herself entering a beautiful courtyard dotted with lush greenery. Gold walls and floors sparkled and shone like the sun, and a magnificently carved throne stood in the center. More doors encircled the throne, each one shimmering with light, inviting Brittney to continue her discoveries.
The Master spoke with authority. “Do you know how you came to be here?”
“I…I’m not sure. I mean, I just thought about…wondered…about grace...and what it might mean to change…really change, not just pretend. I prayed, and then this door opened up, and I just walked through…”
“The door of your heart?”
She paused and then nodded. “Yes, I guess that’s right! I guarded my heart for so long, out of protection…but today was different. I didn’t actually “do” anything, though. I just prayed, and this afternoon the door just flew open…and I kept walking…”
“And…?” The Master encouraged her to continue.
“Well, another door showed up…and it seemed really heavy when I first pushed it…then I prayed again, and it swung open, like I’d suddenly become really strong.”
“The first door ushered you into My mercy and favor; the second into My empowering grace. What do you think is going to happen next?”
Brittney’s wide eyes swept the landscape of the throne room; her head nodded this way and that. “Please - show me what’s behind all those other doors!”
“Do you know how you got here?”
Brittney’s eyes shone. “The door of my heart…could it lead to…another dimension…?”
“Yes, you could say that. It led you to My throne of grace.”
The young woman fell to her knees before the throne. Her heart pounded in her chest like that of a hopeful runaway slave making a break for freedom.
The Master continued. “What do you need, Brittney?”
“Lord…I need more of YOU!” Brittney’s tears splattered on the solid gold floor where they were instantly transformed into brilliant, transparent jewels. She gasped at the sharp sound as they clinked and clattered like many-faceted jumping beans. “What…what are THESE?”
“Your tears, Brittney. Your confidence in Me has brought you to My throne of grace, where your struggles will be redeemed. You have already received My mercy and strength to give you courage; now you can face your pain. Rise up precious daughter, and gather those jewels. Take them with you as a reminder of healing, and explore the other doors.”
Brittney looked around. Each door wore a label: humility, repentance, obedience, forgiveness, honesty…there were others she couldn’t see clearly.
“Where do I begin, Lord?”
“What does your heart tell you? Everything is possible!”
She scooped the sparkling gems into her hand, dried her tears with the back of her arm, and stood up. “I want…to have a heart more like yours, Lord. Maybe then…”
Brittney fingered her wedding band, remembering her recent separation.
Without knowing exactly why, she began walking toward a distant door. As she approached, its label shone with a magnetic brilliance: “holiness.”
It opened to welcome her before she could even knock.
“Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” Hebrews 4:16
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