Useless Rusty Keys

I have the keys to the Kingdom.
If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that…

Hearing is one thing.
Understanding is entirely another.
I have the keys to the Kingdom?
I mean, I believe it for sure.
But what the heck does it mean?
And what does it look like?

I've always been a doer.
I always think, "there's gotta be
something I'm not thinking of.
Something more I can do in
order to get the result that I want."
I usually fall into this mentality
when someone is upset with me and
I have no idea why they are.

When I don't understand something,
I just try to do all of these things,
hoping somehow it will make everything better.

The problem is, it usually does just the opposite.
I usually exhaust all of my options,
and in the whole process I just end up 
having the most pathetic pity party of all time,
sippin on some bittersweet wine and dousing 
my crackers in tears and cheese wiz. 

(That last part about the wine and crackers isn't true, I just thought it was funny. Welcome to my humor. The pity party is, however, completely accurate). 

So what's the point of all this?
Well, it's simple really.
Understanding usually comes after 
the impartation of (fill in the blank)
in the Kingdom.

I don't do so well with that.
And the fact that the keys were
just handed over to me?
I didn't have to do anything 
except say yes to Him and then
bam, here's everything? 
I didn't have to earn His favor,
l'm already favored?

What kind of twisted Kingdom is this??

So now I have a choice.
I can leave the keys hanging on a ring
held up by a rusty nail in the wall and 
allow them to rust simply because I dont
understand how I can just have them.

Or……

I can rip those suckers off the wall like
a little kid grabbing an ice cream cone,
scream at the top of my lungs "Yes! He
gave ME these keys, and I didn't have 
to DO anything except use them," and 
sprint toward those unopened doors,
sweating in anticipation for the glorious 
understanding that has been waiting
patiently behind them all along!!