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The Wrong Hotel Key

The Wrong Hotel Key

It had been a long day of driving along the coast of Oregon and I still had another hour remaining.  Hotels had very little vacancy, so I pulled over and quickly booked a room online before someone else took the last one.

At the check-in counter, the hotel clerk handed me a room key, gave me my room number on a piece of paper, and sent me on my way.

However, when I got to the room, the key wouldn’t work.  I didn’t think too much of it, because I know they don’t get coded correctly sometimes.  So my only frustration was that I had to walk back downstairs with all of my luggage.

But then I heard faint voices which sounded like they were coming from inside the room I was trying to enter.  I knocked, and sure enough there were people in the room.  My initial frustration of my key not working has now turned into relief that it didn’t work.  That would NOT have been good to walk into a room with other people there.  Talk about awkward.

After a visit to the front desk, I found out they had setup the key right but just wrote down the wrong room number on the paper.  And again, thank goodness my key didn’t actually work for the room they sent me to!

How many times have you tried to open a door that doesn’t belong to you?  I know it’s happened to me…..many times!  And each time I got frustrated that I wasn’t able to open the door.

But eventually, enough time will pass and I get to look back on that situation.  That’s when I thank God for not allowing me to enter the doors that weren’t meant for me.  I’ve tried to open job doors that weren’t meant for me.  I’ve tried to open dating doors that weren’t meant for me.  I’ve even tried to open doors to purchasing land that weren’t meant for me.

Sometimes I gently knock to see if the door will open.  And other times I bang on the door until my hand hurts.  But in the end, no matter how hard I try, if the door isn’t meant for me then it’s not going to open.  Most people talk about closing doors that aren’t meant for them anymore, but I’m thankful for the doors that never open to begin with.