We all need to lock the door sometimes.
Life gets too hard and painful and our hearts needs a safe place to hide.
But what happens when we lock our hearts away?
Keep everyone at a distance so that no one can hurt us?
Our hearts are pretty fragile and need protecting, but like anything alive, it needs to breathe, to feel the open air, to be vulnerable and real to those who can be trusted, to know deep down that they are beloved.
Hearts in a locked room can sour, bitterness can quietly creep in like gangrene, fear can smoother like a heavy blanket.
Locking the door means that whatever we need to survive must come from within.
We build complex structures, protection mechanisms, castles to protect our heart to survive the world.
But the castle we build to protect ourselves, becomes our prison.
Sometimes we forget where we put the key and don’t know how to get out anymore.
I have found that there is someone greater than the world.
Someone trustworthy in all of our brokenness.
Someone who knocks on the door of our locked hearts.
He has the key to open the door, but will not come in unless we welcome him in.
He knocks quietly, gently, persistently.
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