YOU KNOW THIS. There are hidden places inside each one of us. Secret rooms and dark corners where you left an episode of your life unfinished.
Maybe you don’t care. Maybe you don’t want to remember. Some of these places are scary, others just trailed off… but something was left lingering. Things left undone and unsaid.
Those hidden places wait for you. You know they do, because they return to haunt you time and again.
Maybe you feel like they might devour you. Or maybe you think what could have been? What if?
Would it have all been better if you had only acted or reacted differently? What then? Could you have avoided disaster or the pain of all these years?
If you lived in a parallel reality, certainly your life would have been better. Or not? And at times the pangs of guilt and shame overwhelm you.
You wonder, how you can even live with yourself, with your story? It’s an indelible stain. And no matter how hard you try to scrub it off, the wound rubs raw.
Since that time, you’ve grown. You’ve learned. Things have changed and so have you. Back then you were young, and you didn’t know.
Your younger self looks up at you and says, it’s true. I didn’t know or fully understand. If I only knew. If I only understood. But here, now, you know. And the depth of your heart aches to see you back then.
It still hurts so very, very much.
And the Lord tells you, that’s the place. That’s the place where I especially wish to go. If you let me. If you trust.
And the Lord of all creation himself will enter that place on his knees. It is a sacred place. It’s that corner of your heart where nobody’s allowed in.
Yet from there, so much fear, anger, and confusion pour out. You might not even realize it’s happening, but the undertow carries the force of a thousand horses.
And against that powerful river of pain, the Lord fights relentlessly to reach you. He will not rest until he rescues you.
Standing in front of the door is the accuser, the tempter. He blocks the way. The evil one says to the Lord, you will not enter here.
You see, this part of the heart is mine. This part I keep locked up at all times. Here is where I keep my prisoner, my slave.
And the Lord looks past the tempter. He sees you behind the door, frozen, fearful yet wanting, hoping. And he only waits for one word.
He asks you, can I come in? Will you let me in to set you free again, to take you home?
And if needed, the Lord waits for you for years, decades even. He waits until he hears that one word.
Yes, Lord. Save me.
And at that very instant the accuser vanishes. His substance amounts to nothing against the unleashed mercy of God.
And the Lord Jesus comes to you. He takes you out of the corner. He frees you from the hidden room. He takes you by the hand.
He loves you, not with a distant idea or concept of love. Jesus Christ loves you with a human heart.
So stand up. Step forth, O child of God. You were created to be loved.
Return again to God’s original plan for you. Embrace life here, now, even though you’ve walked upon a thorny path. Even though you’ve been ashamed.
But our Lord is never ashamed of you. Never, ever, not in a million years. His heart bleeds for you. And the blood of Christ cleanses your soul.
No more hiding. No more secret rooms. Only the spacious love of God remains.
So go. Roam free, O child of God.
The Spirit gives you new wings to soar high. This is your new life.
It’s everlasting sweetness for the soul.
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No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.Romans 8:37-39
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