how the light gets in

Remember when you were little?  And, you were trying so hard to sleep but there was that scary thing in your room?  And, it was so dark.  And, there was no way you could get up to turn on the light.  It’s as if you were paralyzed right in your bed.  And finally, when you had gotten enough courage to yell out for help, your mom or dad would come to the rescue.  And all they did was switch on the light. And that scary thing would be revealed… a towel on the doorknob.  Right?  But it was sooooo scary.

That towel on the door knob was terrifying hanging there in the dark.

That towel on the door knob was so powerful in the dark.

The longer we hold things in the dark, the more power we give them.  The longer we keep things in the dark, the more paralyzed we can become.  That’s my takeaway from therapy so far.

It’s good, right?

What’s your “towel?”  I know you have one.  Maybe you have a bunch of towels piled high and scary and intimidating in a dark corner of your heart.

Maybe you believe you aren’t good enough.  Maybe you believe you deserve it.  Maybe you feel if you aren’t doing it all, you are just not worthy.

It’s time to flip the switch.

God, THE source of light (1John 1:5), is on standby waiting to bring on the light.  He’s hoping you’ll call out to Him and He can shed the light of truth on who you are (1Peter 2:9).  He’s waiting to blind you with overwhelming love.  He’s on standby to come into the mess and sing His sweet song of love over you (Zephaniah 3:17),  filling you with the peace you deserve.

It takes a lot of courage to face my stupid, scary “towels.”  To be honest, my heart is still adjusting to the light of truth.  This will take time. I can tell you, I have never felt more brave, scared, messy and loved ALL AT THE SAME TIME in my life.  Lots of deep breaths.

I’m grateful, even if it’s taken this long to learn, that flipping the switch is one way how the light gets in.

{side note: Cory Asbury.  Have you heard him?  His new album, “Reckless Love” is on repeat.  He turned scriptures into prayers into music.  And my soul is singing right along with every word.}