The Dark Corners Come to Light

Recently every corner I turned I found myself in a dark place.  Question marks defined my steps more than periods.  Fear crippled more than assurance energized.  The pieces didn’t make sense.  I was lost for what to think.

I wondered if the lion was on the prowl.  I did exclaim to the world and all God’s will over mine when my teenage prayer went unanswered. And I have been warned that his attacks will come as I write out a list of things to pack, buy gifts for my Compassion child, and prepare to go to the other side of the world to proclaim the Truth once and for all.  Maybe he’s beginning to feel threatened, so he’s prowling around trying to devour again.

All that I need is within me.  I know that.  But sometimes it’s allowing the Spirit to fight for me that is hardest. I try to fight with my only weapons – fear, anxiousness, uncertainty, control, pity – but they bring more of their own character.

A wise mentor told me to stop fighting and ask for wisdom.  Every day, she said, get up and ask for wisdom.

I have done that for the past few weeks.  And the corners have gotten darker.  Darker as God has taken me back into my past, to corners I never even knew existed, so far back to when I was a little girl.  He has revealed a specific scheme the enemy has used all of these years to try to take me from the One who bought me.

With each revealed corner, darker than the night could ever think of being, the Light begins to shine.  Together it comes together to make the pieces fit, and I understand.  The Light opens my eyes to the darkness.