Keeper of the Keys

Sometimes keys gather and we can forget what they lock or unlock. Sometimes we find keys we never knew we had in the first place. The tragedy comes when we have keys to beautiful green pastures but choose to sit in open prison cells. We’ve been created for more, and we know it. We ache for the Promised Land, but many of us continue to wander in the desert. So what keys do we have, and how do we use them?

One summer I got lost in the Swiss mountains with God. There I took the opportunity to act as a scribe for the things He showed me in the Scriptures and through His whispers. There is always more of Him than we know. May we always remain hungry. I don’t claim to be an expert, but rather an adventurer in pursuit of the heights and depths of who He is.