THE GATE

This is the current picture on my iPad.  I like this picture because the gate is open.  There is no barrier to stop me from going down the path.

 I look at this picture and wonder what could be down the path.  I have always wondered what was down the road.  And the next road.  And around the corner.  Over there.  Down yonder.  It is that curiosity that made me open the atlas and say, “Why don’t we go to Montana?”  And we did.  Then there was, “Let’s go to Alabama.”  And we did.  Bill would say, “Let’s go to Tucson.”  And we did.  We have been blessed to travel many paths.

I like this picture because the gate is open.  There is no barrier to stop me from going down the path.  

I look at this picture and think about the roads of learning that I have taken.  I took an online class on websites and set up websites.  I learned how to put pictures together to make a video.  I tried to get a book of devotions published, but quickly learned so did thousands of other people.  What could I do with my desire to write?  A blog.  I learned to blog.  I learned how to put a stuffed frog on Instagram.  I have learned to google and learn more about what I teach in Sunday School.  

I like this picture because the gate is open.  There is no barrier to stop me from going down the path.  

I look at this picture and remember touching a snake so kindergarten kids would not know I am afraid of snakes and have given messages at churches and chapels, even though I get nervous every time.  I have gone against the school board and I have stood up in court to defend children.  I have gone to hospitals when our daughter or grandchildren had surgery and faced the fear that something might go wrong.  

I like this picture because the gate is open.  There is no barrier to stop me from going down the path.  

I look at this picture and realize there is something that could have been a barrier to travel, learning, and other opportunities.  Yes, the gate is open.  There is no barrier to the path.  Well, nothing to stop me except myself.  But I am not stopping myself.  I am going through the gates life presents as practice.  Practice for when I see the twelve gates of the new Holy City.

And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel.

The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass.

On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there. The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it. Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s book of life.

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭21‬:‭10-12, 21, 25‬-‭27‬ 

Yup, I will keep practicing going through gates so I am ready for the gates of heaven.  A pearl big enough to make a gate.  Now that I want to see.  Plus those streets.  And …..

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