I never intended to give my key away. I loved it and I was honored to wear it. My key said " HOPE" . Hebrews 11:1 says, "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." Every time we study this verse in church, God shows Himself strong. I wanted my key. It was my reminder of God's faithfulness in my life.
Well, after only two weeks of owning it, I gave it away. Let me explain...
I was born to an unwed teen mother. I never had a relationship with my biological father. After 45 years I found him and the beginnings of a relationship were kindled. His wife quickly put a halt to it, feeling fearful and threatened. I was devastated, but the Lord kept giving me scripture to keep me going and reminding me that unless HE builds this house, it will be in vain. I kept having hope, reading Hebrews 11:1 and praying.
As a surprise to me, my biological father's sister was interested in knowing me and my family. She was best friends with my mother growing up and they had a painful split after my mom found out she was pregnant with me.
My aunt welcomed me into her world. At our first meeting I wore my key. It reminded me to have hope that this relationship will be healed in me, my mom, my aunt and my biological father. We met at a little cafe and we talked for three hours. I invited her back to my home to meet my family and we spent three more hours talking and looking at family heritage on ancestry.com.
When it was time to say goodbye I was compelled to give her my key. I took it off and explained " pay it forward" and told her that it represents my hope that our relationships will all be restored and that we will be a family some day. She immediately put it on and was misty- eyed and moved.
This story is still in progress, but I do still have hope that God will iron out all of the wrinkles. I can't help but wonder if I should buy my biological father's wife a " BRAVE " key....