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I stand at the door and knock
I stand at the door and knock









i stand at the door and knock

This was new to me, but I wanted what they had. They would talk about how Christ was working in their life. The most attractive thing about my new friends was not what car they drove or what clothes they wore. Michelle, Katherine, Erin and Kim welcomed me into their friendship group with open arms. He set-up a night for all of us to hang out and he was right. Soon after, David wanted to introduce me to a group of girls he thought would be a good friendship fit. I had a lot to sort through and he let me vent it all. I decided to not fight it and accept the help.ĭavid actually turned out to be a wonderful friend. I knew this was an attempt by my parents to help me make friends, but by now I was resigning myself to my new reality.

i stand at the door and knock

When I did, my parents informed me our realtor Ruth and her son David were coming over. “ Behold, I stand at the door and knock…”Įventually I needed a break from my thoughts and decided to venture out into the land of the living. More to prepare me to hear Him and completely let Him in. I was beginning to hear Christ knocking at the door of my heart. Thoughts like, “Well, if I don’t swim in college, then what is the purpose of my life?” and “Without my Kansas friends, who am I?” My entire identity was being stripped and I was searching for meaning and purpose. I had a lot of time to reflect upon what my life had meant up to this point. They took it like champs.Īngry and mad at my parents, I isolated in my room for several days. I told them I hated them and they were the worst parents ever. Then I went into a full-blown teenage temper tantrum. Well my hopes and dreams came crashing down in August when my parents told me they were NOT allowing me to return to Kansas for my senior year. And who knew? Maybe I’d fall in love and be swept off my feet by a southern gentleman? I was looking forward to making new friends, experiencing big city life and learning more about southern culture. I cried a little, but wasn’t too heartbroken because, you know, I was going back to Kansas in the fall. Surely they wouldn’t ruin this for me?Īfter the school year ended, I spent the next few weeks saying my good-byes to childhood friends, helping my parents pack and then we headed south. They knew my aspirations of being a collegiate swimmer. I felt a little blind-sided by this news, but was confident my parents would allow me to me return to Kansas my senior year. The small, quaint Kansas town I had grown up in was all I knew since the age of 4. At that time, he mentioned the possibility of moving, but had since found stable employment, so I thought moving was off the table. My dad had lost his farm implement business 6 years earlier during the 80’s farm crisis. I was living my best life as a junior in high school when my parents told me we were moving to Memphis, Tennessee. “Behold, I stand at the door and knock if any one hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” (Revelations 3:20)











I stand at the door and knock