A knock came in the early hours when I hadn’t yet fully awakened. My tired state wanted to ignore it, but a curiosity to know who it was calling upon me at this hour roused me to get up. I asked, “Who is it?” to which I could hear clearly, “It is I beloved.” Opening the door I welcomed Him who loved me. I didn’t need to ask Him to come in, my opening the door had already extended the implied invitation. I turned on a lamp to see by and reached for my worn bible while feeling the hunger within. It was time to dine together.
Rev 3:20 Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.