Finding the Code

Monday after work I rushed to the post office so that when I finished there I could get home and relax.  I was tired and ready to  get home.  The one I went to is at a small town to the west of where I live and is easier to get in and out of than the one in the downtown area where I live.  I had two packages and a letter to mail.  I grabbed those items and hurried into the post office.

I got everything taken care of and talked with the post office lady for a few minutes and then reached into my pocket for my keys.  They weren't there.  I emptied all my pockets but alas no keys.  The post office lady went with me as I went out to my vehicle.  She looked inside on the passenger side and yes, she spotted my keys laying in the center console.  Those were my only set of keys.

I called my husband and after a few minutes of silence he reminded me that I had a code to use that would open the door.  After a few seconds of silence I asked him if he knew the code.  He didn't but I remembered that my daughter had it in her phone.  Her phone was at home plugged in and she was at flute lessons.  He stopped by her flute lessons but she didn't remember it. So my wonderful husband drove home, got the phone and than met her at her work.

Meanwhile back at the post office I was trying to figure out a way to relax and remember the code.  I tried and tried to remember the code but it was not to be. There is not a way to relax in a small post office with no chairs. In fact I don't know that I have ever seen a post office that has chairs.  I am thinking that maybe they need to rethink their post office lobbies. They just never know when someone might be stranded in one of their lobbies.  I leaned against the table.  I walked around.  I tried to rub my aching back.  I leaned against the wall.  I had been on my feet for the previous three hours except for my drive to the post office.  I thought about going out to my vehicle to try to sit on the bumper but the wind was quite chilly.  I was leaning against the door when I got the call.  My husband had the code.

I was elated and hurried to my car.  The code worked and soon I was sitting, with my seat warmer sending warmth up through my aching back.  I drove back to Enid and was soon relaxing on my couch. I think I need to make sure that I have that code written down to take with me everywhere I go.

I do have a code that I will never forget.  It is imprinted in my heart.  This code has paved the path to freedom.  The code helps me to be brave when otherwise I would be afraid.  This code is with me everywhere I go. It has given me strength and endurance that I would never have on my own.  This code has paved my way to heaven.  My pockets will never be empty.  I can relax I will always have the code.

The code is Jesus!  Do you have the code?

John 14:6 (NIV)

6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

John 3:16-17(NIV)

16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.