Open Door Invitation

When all the plans finally fell in place for my son-in-law to propose to our daughter on her grandparents family farm ... it went down something like this.

After a beautiful day of decorating and planning how we would help him implement getting her into the barn bay, it turned windy, cold, and extremely nasty by nightfall.

His whole family had come for the week-end and our whole family was on their way. She thought it was just our family and was sorta bummed that her boyfriend had to work that week-end.

The candles were lit, the music was playing and the soft fabric took full effect as the wind picked up.

Places everyone!

God will not come barging in the door to your heart. He could have created us to automatically love Him, but He gave us a choice. I believe He did it in a way in which no other could.  He wanted us to want Him. He wants us to choose to open the door. But there IS a door, and He will not come in without an invitation. He may have chosen us for salvation for, "The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance." 2 Peter 3:9 He is not willing to lose any one of the almost 7 billion of us. But the door to an intimate relationship with the creator of the universe can only be opened from within. "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 that person, and they with me." Revelation 3:20

The plan was for him to take her on a walk down the memory lane of their lives together up to this point, including  pictures, remember when's, music, love, and laughter.

He told us to give him 1/2 hour - 45 min.

After her shock at seeing him emerge from the corner of this magical cove in her grandparents barn, and after looking at all the pictures, and dancing to Stevie Wonder, he asked her if she would spend the rest of her life with him.

He told us he would open the barn door a ways and that would be our signal to converge on their sacred site to congratulate and bring the party indoors.

As a batch of kittens played among the pickets, tugging at the fabric, and 15 pairs of eyes, and 2 sleepy babies,  watched and waited from across the driveway. Fixed totally on that barn door, wondering at every wind gust; waiting. Waiting for movement from within. Waiting for an invitation. He used every one of those 45 minutes and then the door opened, and we were invited in.

Spencer knew exactly what Melissa wanted and needed for an engagment proposal. He knew she wanted it to be thought out and romantic. He knew she would love to dance with him. He knew that having all the families there would mean the world to her.  He knew what was best for her and he orchestrated it perfectly.

He WANTS to have a relationship with us. He knows what is best for us. He wants to eat dinner with us. He wants to come in. He only needs an invitation. An open door.

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March 3, 2012

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1 comment:

savvycityfarmer said...

Why oh why do we tarry?