For a number of years I experienced the same dream again and again. It was never frightening; I just never understood its importance. Several nights each week I would find myself dwelling in a very large home. There were many beautiful rooms and friends and family often came to visit. The confusing part for me was that each time I had this dream, no matter what the house looked like, there were always rooms with locked doors and no one was allowed to enter them.
After many repetitions of this dream, I began praying about its meaing. Finally the Lord revealed to me that this large home was like my heart. He lived in my heart, but that I kept many rooms locked away from His presence. Areas of my life where I didn’t trust Him enough to know what was best. A room that was filled with pride that I didn’t want Him to see. Another room filled with fear. Another and another…
When I was Confirmed as a teenager, my Pastor selected Revelation 3:20 as my Scripture verse:
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.
To be honest with you, I wasn’t very happy with his selection. I felt like my pastor questioned my faith, and doubted my trust in Jesus. Little did I know that God had given him that verse for this very time in my life. The Lord Jesus was knocking at locked doors and wanted me to allow Him to deal with all of the junk in my life that I carefully kept locked away.
I am so thankful for my Savior’s gentle reminder. I have so much more peace and joy now that I have given Him access to everything. Oh, I still like to close those doors from time to time, but thankfully He lovingly knocks and reminds me once again of His healing grace and love.