There's a door that's locked in my life. I sometimes knock, look in the peephole, peek under the crack of the door just to get a glimpse of what's going on underneath. I can hear commotion behind that door, good commotion. Beautiful chaos. I yearn to open that door. I want what's behind that door. My heart burns with a passion that can only come from God for what's behind that door. Yet, it remains closed and locked. For reasons that I'm learning everyday, that door will remain locked until God sees fit to unlock it. To be honest, I'm not ready to endure everything that comes out of it. Even those knocks, small looks, and occasional peeps turn into a complete mess.
In God's timing, locked doors can be unlocked.