The Key

There is a key that I wear around my neck.

It does not open a door.

It cannot be duplicated.

You may think it's cheesy.

But I call it:

The key to my heart.

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Actually, it's just a really cool, old key that was once used to open a physical door.

It's more of a representation of what cannot be seen.

I have something sacred enough that it's worth protecting. And only the one with the key has the privilege of unlocking the door that leads to the sacred parts of me.

Notice: I said privilege.

It isn't a right.

Only one has the right to be called the keeper of my heart.
And that's Jesus.

But I have the right to give that privilege to one other, to be the keeper of my heart here on earth.

It's a big privilege with a lot of responsibility.

Once I give that key away, I can't ever get it back.

Once the keeper takes my key and steps in, he can never reverse what he has seen.

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The keeper will have full capability of destroying me.

But by giving him the key, I am showing him I trust him enough not to.

I know he loves me enough to not desire to.

And I love him enough to risk it.