Open the Door and Let Me In

Before I was a member of the Church, I had already met someone who was, and is still, a very spiritual man. The Church was very much a part of him, so I saw it as a package - accept him and the Church, or neither. I was having lessons from the missionaries, but when I asked them, “How do I really know if it’s true or not?” they said that I should pray about it, but pray with real intent, with all my heart, might, mind and strength.

So that’s what I decided to do. I went to bed and prayed before going to sleep. I said I needed an answer to my question and needed it right away. It was a very stormy February night, the wind was howling, the hail was deafening. I had velux windows in my bedroom, so the storm was really loud. After praying, as meaningfully as I could, I fell asleep.

I was woken at about 4am with three loud knocks. My heart was pounding, as I thought my ex-husband had come back drunk, forgetting that he didn’t live here anymore. Then I realised that my two little dogs, who were downstairs, hadn’t barked. It was also still and quiet, no storm, not even the sound of a passing car. Then my name was called three times: “Shirley, Shirley, Shirley,” and after about five or so seconds later, the voice said, “Open the door and let me in.” I said, “I will.” Then instantly I was asleep.

When I awoke in the morning, the bed was so perfect, as if I hadn’t slept in it at all. No tossing or turning, just peaceful sleep. I knew that was an answer to my prayer.

Now the picture of the Saviour knocking on the door, but the locks are on the other side, is very meaningful to me. That the Saviour would bother to come to me, it gets more special each time I think of what happened.