A closed bathroom door.
Despite the fact that they have seen you safely enter and leave the bathroom thousands of times, they still evidence fear and separation anxiety every time you close that door.
This morning, Chester managed to pop the door open and burst into the shower with me.
He burst back out as quickly.
Chastened and wet, he observed the rest of the proceedings from on top the toilet.
While I found this to be somewhat amusing, I probably shouldn’t mock him.
I have my my own fears and I am always on the verge of separation anxiety of a different sort.
Sometimes…a lot of times…I think God has shut himself away or gone away, period.
Now, I know this is irrational, but, like my cats, I never seem to overcome the problem.
The only remedy is to constantly remind ourselves (and each other) that not only has He not gone away, Jesus is the door and we have complete access to God through Him.
“This was according to the eternal purpose that he has realized in Christ Jesus our Lord, in whom we have boldness and access with confidence through our faith in him. So I ask you not to lose heart over what I am suffering for you, which is your glory.”
(Ephesians 3:11–13 ESV)
“Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”
(Hebrews 4:15–16 ESV)
You don’t have to stand outside a closed door and howl the song of your people or try to bust in by force…heaven is always open to those who want to be with their Master.
The problem is that most of us don’t want to be with Him as much as my cats want to be with me in the bathroom…
Make your own application…