Keys
They come in all shapes and sizes,
Some are intricate, others dull.
All have the same purpose.
One may fit many locks,
While others only one.
Tumblers dance over the edges of the key;
Where they stop decides between approval and rejection.
Only those that turn the key will ever find out.
Thought up by Tmproff at 9:21 PM
6 People Talking:
But what if I'm afraid to turn the key?
What if I'm afraid of even picking up any key?
What if I'm afraid of what lies behind that door?
I'm with you....I am afraid to turn the key as well.
We are the keys...
The locks are relationships..
Even the relationship with our Savior Jesus.
We are the keys, and it's our purpose to unlock doors.
But how can I turn myself?
How can I pick up myself?
How can I get over the fear of someone picking me up to use me?
After you try a certain number of locks you start to doubt the existence of a lock that fits your key.
If our purpose is to unlock doors, then the trust factor becomes how many times you will try to unlock the door?
Just today on the phone I told my friend there was absolutely no reason to not try and unlock the door but my fear of the lock not turning is so real, so pressing, so daunting.
Exactly. My fear that the lock will not turn perpetually and continually keeps my key in my pocket, unwilling even to bring it out to even think about trying it out.
If every key opened every lock, than what would be the purpose of the lock?
If relationships were easy, where would their value be?
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