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Subject: 07/08/2026 WORD FOR THE DAY - WEDNESDAY

MY BUNCH OF KEYS
By F.B. Meyer

I watched Hudson Taylor and two of his young students. They had strength and joy that I did not have. I said to Charles Studd, "What is the difference between you and me? You seem so happy, and I am always in the trough of the wave."

He replied, "There is nothing I have which you may not have also, Mr. Meyer."

So I asked, "But how am I to get it?"

"Well," Charles said, "have you given yourself entirely to God?"

I winced. I had been fighting deep conviction for months; my own will was entrenched in what I wanted. But I wanted to settle it with Christ one way or the other. And I owe everything to that one night when I opened my heart to God.

I knelt in my room and gave Christ the keys of my heart: but I kept one little key back. It was the key to one little storage cupboard which I didn't feel I could give up.

Jesus said to me: "Are all the keys here?"

And I said, "All but one."

"And which key is that?" said He.

"It is the key of a little cupboard," said I, "in which I have something which You need not interfere with, but it is mine."

Then, Jesus put the all keys back into my hand, and turned away to leave. He said: "My child, if you cannot trust Me with all, you do not trust Me at all.”

I cried, "Stop," and He came back. Holding the little key in my hand, I said: "I cannot give the key to you, but if You will take it then it is yours."

Jesus took the key, and within a month from that time He had cleared out that little cupboard of things which had been there for months. I knew He would.

I looked up into the face of Christ that night and said, "Now I am yours." It was the beginning of a new anointing in my relationship with God. I learned that night to say "Yes" to Jesus, and I have tried to say "Yes" ever since.

May I add one word more? Three years ago, I met the thing I gave up that night, and I could not imagine myself being such a fool as to nearly sell my soul for that mess.

By F.B. Meyer, 1847-1929

Updated by C. Stevens

(Actually, Roberta was playing
a joke on her friends.)

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