In The Dark

Have you ever been in a dark room? 

You might see the ceiling, the outline of a few pieces of furniture. But you can’t see the light switch, the phone charger in the corner. Once you get to the door, the room is now behind you, sunlight floods in and now you can see the trim on the walls, the color of the pillows and the detail of the carpet. You had to believe that when you opened that door, there would be light on the other side, and it would make your journey worth it. Scared, maybe injured, a little confused, you still made your way across that room. 

God doesn’t always give us details, Just direction. OUR worries are in the details, but our faith is in the direction. If we understood it all, and had all the answers we wouldn’t need  god.  That’s why he gives dark times so we refocus on the direction and we can’t be frightened off by the details. We look at darkness as danger, something might be there that we can’t see. but sometimes the darkness is hiding us. Giving us a covering. A place where our tears don’t show, a place where our fear can’t be sensed. But when we get to the other side, our bond with God is stronger. Almost arrogant like, and we know that if we made it thru the dark times, anything else is light work. If this is the same God who asked Peter why he was afraid while instructing him to defy the laws of physics, why do we act like he can’t heal our bodies?  If this is the same God who delivered those three boys from a fire, why do we act like he can’t find us a job. He created us, why wouldn’t he take care of us? The only “impossible” thing he asks us to do is believe and obey, Everything else he handles. Our support system, our therapist, our income. All small things that we continue to have faith in, but when it comes to God we doubt him because we turn to him for the things that hurt. When we hurt we get amnesia, knowing we’re in that dark room but forgetting he’s right outside the door. Today, i thank God that I’ve had the faith to get to the door, the confidence that he wouldn’t turn his back and leave me in that dark room. I Thank him for the times i closed the door on him and he never left. He stayed. Like he always does. I want the kind of lifestyle that doesn’t take his staying for granted. Instead, to live everyday as if one day he might not. I need urgency where he shows patience, discipline where he’s shown grace.

He’s always got our back, but do we have his?