The Squeaky Door

So I have this squeaky pantry door. Every time I open the door I think, “I really should put some oil on this door.” Then I grab whatever I need from the pantry, close the squeaky door and move on, forgetting all about the quick and easy solution to my problem. In some ways it is nice to have a squeaky door so I know when my two year old is entering food paradise to get himself a snack. Or when my five year old thinks it would be a great time for a piece of candy. From the other room I say, “It isn’t time for a treat.” Or, “Candy is not a breakfast food!” How mom? How in the world did you know I was in the pantry, you weren’t even here?!  Thank you squeaky door.

I do need to fix it or have hubby fix it. It is so small when you consider the size of a single family home. And yet every time I hear it squeak I get more and more annoyed by it. It nags. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t hear the squeak {376 times, but who is counting} and cringe. Forgetful? Yes. Lazy? Maybe. Apathetic? Probably.

How many squeaky doors do you have in your own life? And why do they always seem to start with NEXT TIME ….

I’ll respond differently … squeak

I”ll listen better … squeak

I’ll stop getting so mad so quickly … squeak

I’m gonna be super patient … squeak

I”m totally gonna show love first … squeak


The squeaks we live with day in and day out. They aren’t like murder or adultery or substance abuse. They don’t seem THAT big. Or AS bad. But let’s be honest, am I really that much better? If I don’t make a conscious choice to target these offenses, they become annoyances that nag and eventually destroy. Revealing the inadequacy that can be found in all of us. For example, my children and our problem with interrupting. I can hardly finish a sentence without one or two of my children interrupting me. I get so frustrated and sometimes yell. Well, more often than not I yell about it because I feel like they should get it, they should know it isn’t okay. And then, God opens my oh-so-judgmental eyes and I realize I don’t let my husband finish a sentence. I interrupt him constantly. This isn’t a new thing for me; it is something I have dealt with all of my life.  It is one of my many squeaky doors. This small act of interrupting can eventually make my husband say, “Never mind.” It can make my children say, “Why won’t you listen to me?” It can leave me in a puddle on the kitchen floor because I care too much about my opinion or my thoughts than I do about really listening.

Understand this, my dear brothers and sisters: You must all be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to get angry. James 1:19

How about my squeaky door of impatience? While driving I tend to get a little verbal. I don’t swear, mainly because I have my kids in the car. In my heart there are all sorts of crazy things going on. I do however let out a, “That crazy guy” or “Seriously dude, what are you thinking?” And my kids, in a concerned voice ask if everything is okay. I reply yes, and explain that mommy has things to do and places to go, but that person wasn’t paying attention. Later I hear my kids playing and one responds to other with, “Seriously? what were you thinking?” That sounds so mean. I tell my children to apologize and start treating each other with respect. And then, God opens my oh-so-judemental eyes and I realize I too don’t treat people with respect. I have things to do and places to go and don’t you dare stand in my way. Impatience, ugh.

Be humble and gentle in every way. Be patient with each other and lovingly accept each other. Ephesians 4:2

Squeaky doors.  Sins.

If left unattended to, they can destroy. The squeaky door won’t fix itself. It needs something greater than itself.

I, too, will not fix myself. I need something greater. And thankfully, Jesus has made this possible. We have sinned and fallen short. I can relate to this. Like um, every . single . day. But that is not the end of the verse. We are not left there. It says that because of Christ’s payment for our sin we have a stamp of approval. How amazing is that?! As we embrace this gospel truth we embrace our Savior. We get to know him more and our hearts soften towards him. He is the oil on our squeaky doors. He covers us and makes us functional. In fact, he allows our stories to be used for His glory.

You see, all have sinned, and all their futile attempts to reach God in His glory fail. Yet they are now saved and set right by His free gift of grace through the redemption available only in Jesus the Anointed. When God set Him up to be the sacrifice—the seat of mercy where sins are atoned through faith—His blood became the demonstration of God’s own restorative justice. All of this confirms His faithfulness to the promise, for over the course of human history God patiently held back as He dealt with the sins being committed.  This expression of God’s restorative justice displays in the present that He is just and righteous and that He makes right those who trust and commit themselves to Jesus. Romans 3:23-26


· KC·





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4 Responses to The Squeaky Door

  1. Wow, I sure did enjoy this thanks for sharing! 😀

  2. Karol says:

    Thank you for sharing – can so relate!

  3. Brian Pattison says:

    Hum, heredity, some good traits and some bad. Not all from me, but from Adam. Man’s condition in a wonderful, story from a wonderful daughter. I hope and pray that all are listening.
    Love, Dad

  4. Cherish says:

    Thank you for this post. It is right where I am today. Thank you for the verses to point me to Him. I have lots of squeaks!

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