Sometimes God raps gently at the door, but we don’t know it’s Him, so we ignore the disturbance. He whispers through the door, but His words fall on deaf ears.
A little later, He knocks again, a little louder.
“Go away— I’m busy,” we can be heard saying as we tend to our usual routine.
The knocks keep coming, but the door is never opened. His voice grows louder, but we run from the message.
He beats on the door even harder and more frequently. His presence is known, but we still turn our heads and ignore Him standing in the portal to our room. “Not now— I have other things and more important to tend to. Stop bothering me.”
God doesn’t leave, He is still watching, caring, loving. He doesn’t intrude because He knows it’s not time. The whole while, He wants to make sure we know He is there, but gives us time to recognize Him and realize that the knock is real and He is there… Waiting. He knows timing is everything.
The knocks increase and are not only known— they are felt, but still, we turn away.
Then, there is silence.
“Where did He go?” We wonder.
All is still.
Finally as sure as the candle lights the dark, the door is kicked open and there is no running from His presence, His power, His grace. He grabs our heart and fills it with His love for us, igniting the fire in our souls that can never be extinguished. We become one with God.
God knows when we are ready.
Timing is everything.