Who's knocking at the door?

We talked. But was anyone listening?

Sometimes it seems very hard to say what I really mean. And then to hear a response that just doesn't seem to have anything to do with what I said, or what I meant to say. She is going through something. IDK (I don't know). She must have told someone.
She seemed to think everyone knew what it is but I have no idea. So let go of my stuff and try to hear her, I guess.

So I was glad to be in the House of the Lord today. The first time really in a long time. I felt His presence.

In Sunday School, the teacher told a story that was very convicting. He said that there is a service on the internet to leave messages to a person's loved ones after the rapture. He explained for 40 dollars a year you can leave words for up to 62 loved ones. And let them how know much you didn't care enough to tell them about Jesus before you left so they could go with you!

He said a lot of other good things. I worry about tomatoes and the rapture and doctors... I need to trust God. And many other worries... I need to TRUST God.

I don't know how to grow my own tomatoes. And I don't trust doctors much at all.

I NEED TO TRUST GOD.

Okay!

I sang Rock of Ages. It moved me.

I cried about not feeling that anyone at church cares about me. I stopped.

The sermon was from Revelations, Chapter 3. I am always missing the chapter reference. Then I have to whisper to the lady next to me, "What chapter". I know how to find the verses, but my mind so often seems to wander just when the preacher says the reference.

He said when he was a boy, he discovered a snake in the garden. And his grandmother came and killed it with a hoe. But after the snake's head was cut off the body of the snake kept on moving. I knew that about chickens, but not snakes.

So, he asked his uncle or somebody, why does that happen. And the man said, "It doesn't know that it is dead already."

He kept on preaching, but these are the thoughts that really hit me hard. This was words to a church from Jesus,

"Behold I stand at the door and knock..." And I suddenly thought of it in a way I had never seen it before. What if Jesus was standing outside the doors of your church knocking...

Would anyone let Him in?