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The Only Key We Need

Death strips us all possessions. So it isn’t surprising that, yes, my parents left behind all their keys – a mass of keys that I combed through on the anniversary of Dad’s passing last week.

Door keys. Car keys. Keys to the post office box I still rent. Keys to who knows what. They didn’t take a one with them. They left them to me to sort through and dispose of.parentkeys.jpg

I remember as a child sitting in the back seat of my parents Chevy, playing with a set of their keys. That’s before we had smart phones and television reception to entertain children in cars.

“What’s this one to?” I asked, dangling one key between my thumb and index finger. My mother craned her head to the left, between the seats.

“I don’t know,” she said. My father didn’t know, either.

I thought for sure they’d already approached senility. How could one not know what a key unlocks? I didn’t know then that you can amass so many possessions and so many keys that you lose track of what goes to what. Earlier this summer, my husband and I got out our keys.

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Direction at the Crossroads

Do you ever wonder which way to go? Which path is the best to take? Which decision will lead to happiness, healing and prosperity? I do. I am at the crossroads again.

Once I pinpointed my location at the crossroads, I realized why I’d been feeling melancholy. Why I’d felt no spark. Why I seemed to be floundering the last several weeks.

The crossroads is a point at which a crucial decision must be made. We must choose a path among the options. Danger lurks at a crossroads. We may pick the wrong way, or even worse, get stuck at the intersection and become ineffective and unhappy.


We’ve got a decision to make at the crossroads. Which is the best path for us?

The death of a mother, a father, a spouse, a child or someone else we dearly love may bring us to a crossroads. Our life has changed. Lots of decisions may lie before us. But we may come to a crossroads long after the death, which happened to me in the fall of 2014.

My mother had been dead more than four years. I wanted to write a book about my grief journey, but I was struggling. I had so much to say, I couldn’t say anything. I was stuck. I was afraid I couldn’t do the work God had given me to do. I even wondered if I had been on the wrong path.

Below are four reasons we may find ourselves at a crossroads. Identifying why we’re at this spot can help us know what direction to take next.

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