Keeper of the Keys

One of my responsibilities

 at home is helping my mom do the shopping.  I have been given the job of protecting her and assisting her when she is out and about.  If you know my mom this will stimulate laughter, because it would take a stupid person to mess with my mom!  I carry bags, and help her select food, and sometimes keep her on track.  Lately she has added a new responsibility.  I am the keeper of the keys.  When we get out of the car she asks me if I can put the key in my pocket.  The first time she did it, I kept taking the key out and giving it to her, but she explained that when we got to the car she would take the key.  I was nervous. Maybe I would lose it!  Mom just breezed along with no such worry.  When we got to the car she asked for the key, and I had it so we got home.  Since that first time this has been repeated often.  I have come to see it is a measure of trust.  I am nervous about picking out vegetables and meat, but this is on a bigger scale.  A car is costly, but Mom does not bat an eye.  The key is passed to me with the expectation that upon arrival at the car I will pass it back.  It is a reminder to me to live up to this expectation, and do my job well.  I am not expected to play with the key, I am expected to keep it until Mom needs it.  I am expected to be trustworthy and do my job, no matter how small it is. I am expected to be an adult and participate in the family. 

Being a child of The King is no different. I am to take what is entrusted me and use it as instructed.  Plain and simple.  Help me, Lord be a faithful child!