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Know Your Doors

I had a dream that my husband, daughter, and I were in a nice house. We got word that some danger was coming like robbers in the night.


The house we were staying in was very secure. We knew that all we had to do was go around and make sure all the windows and doors were shut and locked. We went around to make sure everything was sealed when we ended at the back doors. To our shock the french doors were not only unlocked but in bad shape and incapable of being fixed in time.


And then I woke up.


I had the feeling earlier in the week that God was going to speak to me on Friday, September 8th. It was the early hours of the 8th when I woke up from this dream.


I received two polarizing messages.


First, this is a season of correction.  We must make sure we do not have any open doors to the enemy. With 5784 being the year of the open door, we need to remember the enemy loves to mimic what the Lord is doing. Know your doors. 


Second, chances are God's open door might be scary to us. We know about all the angelic experiences that frightened biblical figures. Revelation 16:15 says, "Behold, I come as a thief in the night." He is not coming back as a baby in a manger or even as we know the adult Jesus.


My devotional hit the nail on the head:


"What takes place at the new birth is an explosion (a literal explosion, not a theoretical one) that opens all the doors that have been closed. Life becomes larger; there is the incoming of a totally new point of view…


Christianity is not walking in the light of our convictions, but walking in the light of the Lord, a very different thing. Convictions are necessary but only as stepping-stones to all that God wants us to be . . .


We have to get to the white light of Jesus Christ where He is easily first - not our experience of Him first, but Jesus Christ Himself first, and our experience the evidence that we have seen Him."


-My Utmost Devotional Bible


Bottom line is that with the open door comes correction and changes that are messy and outside of our human comfort zones.

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