His power is made perfect in our weakness~ 2 Corinthians 13:4
I don’t like darkness. Even growing up in my family, darkness was something to “not liked.” The evidence of such could be heard every time a black cat (poor Midnight, our loving cat at the time) ran across the path of some of my superstitious aunts, uncles and cousins.
Most people personify darkness to be many things. The Unknown. Lies. Ignorance. Fear. Sin. The list goes on and on.
But darkness wasn’t just a metaphor at one time in my life. There was a literal place- a closet- that served as a place of refuge. I hid in that place as a child and, when I did, bad stuff didn’t happen to me. I appreciated that.
But the closet was a very dark place. There wasn’t a light source in it. So when the door was closed, it was pitch black inside that tiny space. And although I appreciated being safe, when in that place of darkness, I was reminded of the reason why I found safety in that dark place and that realization alone weighed heavily me.
When I grew older, I vowed that I would never be in that dark place again. The funny thing is, because this year has been one test of faith after another, I have found myself dreaming about that closet.
Each time I have the dream, I am immediately motivated to get out of that place of darkness into light. However, in the next breath, I realize that the light outside the closet exposes me. Also, because I knew there was safety in the closet, there was an unknown factor of the light. So, although I didn’t like the darkness, the fear of being exposed by the light and the potential dangers that lurked had me checkmated. I was still stuck in darkness.
I was sharing this information with a friend the other day. I went on and on and on about everything I was doing to get out of that closet & out of the darkness, but feeling as if I was expending a lot of energy, but getting no where. She reflected that I expressed an intense desperation to get out of that darkness. And I concurred and told her that I was desperate to walk out of that closet because I did not want to be in darkness, but I did not know how to gather the courage to be exposed by the light outside. She grinned, nodded her head and her next words hit me like a ton of bricks. She said, “Maybe the objective is not to walk from darkness into light; maybe the objective is to INVITE the light into the darkness with you and be led out of it?”
I was quiet for a moment.
I did not like the idea of inviting anyone into the darkness with me and I let her know such. Too often, in the dark places of our lives, we don’t even want to be there, much less invite other people into them. Besides the objective to get OUT of darkness, not bring people IN. Also, if you are the Southern person that I am, you don’t invite a guest into a place and then leave them. My grandmother would light up this Sustah’s tail if I ever did that! So, if I invite Light in, then I am forced to stay in a place I don’t want to be in to begin with.
Nevertheless, as much as I didn’t like it, further meditation revealed the necessity of inviting. I am a hard-worker and, as hard as I was working to desperately climb from that place of darkness to light, I was going nowhere. The lies, shame, unforgiveness, pain that were allowed to grow and fester in the darkness had painted a grim picture that obstructed my exit. I wasn’t going to get out of it myself so it made sense that a LEADING was needed if I intended to budge from where I was.
Because of our own shame, guilt & fear, it’s easy to hide and find comfort in darkness. As I am learning, this Sustah would like to encourage you. Instead of living in darkness, INVITE Light INTO the darkness with you and have the courage to allow Him to lead you out. The sooner we can do so within us, the sooner we can do so around us. Selah.