Keys

Such a common experience, finding pennies.

Little rhymes, such as:

"Find a penny, pick it up,

All the day you'll have good luck!"

And that less well known second part:

"Give the penny to a friend.

Then your luck will never end!"

But it's never been pennies for me. They rarely fall in my path, and it's often someone a few steps behind and a couple of steps to the side of me who finds one.

I find keys.

Who dropped this key? What is this key to? When am I going to find whatever this key opens? Where did that key come from? Why don't I remember having this key? How did I end up being the one who finds random keys?

I give them back to You. You give, I give, You give again, I give again... Every key is precious. Every key is sacred. I love the oldest ones the most.

Every key has a lock. Every lock has a key. Sometimes the key is the lock, or the lock is the key. May I be ever grateful for the keys You give to me, and always willing to unlock the Mysteries You set before me.