Sunday night after I put the kids to sleep, I entered ninja cleaning mode. I scrubbed baseboards, washed walls, chiseled unknown substances off the entryways. After I scraped the playdough chunk from the arm of the couch, I scanned the area. Ship-shape and ready for the guest arriving at nine the next morning.
Fast forward to 7 a.m. the next day. I wake to the sun rising! Friends, cloud coverage had been so thick over the past week the poor sun didn’t stand a chance. But that morning, the sun put on a show for me. Searing pink hues danced across lavender tufts of sky and then melted into a blazing orange casting a burning haze on my deck. It was spectacular, refreshing. But as much as the sunrise branded my memory what happened next is what I hope will never leave.
Light flooded the room.
The area I declared as spotless last night was riddled with flaws. Dust hung like a streamer from the far corner, my recessed lighting boasted ribbons of filth, too. Spots hidden in the artificial light now glared at me.
I didn’t see the the grime until the purest and strongest light exposed it.
How true is that in my spiritual journey? I need His light to be clean. I need His Word. (Ps. 119:130, The entrance of His words gives light) I need His presence flooding me so I can see the flaws and faults that would be concealed otherwise. It’s simple to be caught up in the things of this world—the artificial light—where filth clings to me unseen. I need Jesus, the Light of the World to expose it. Imitation can never supersede the original. I can’t linger in the shadows of my circumstances, be it failure or success, because it’s vital for me to bask in the light. Where burdens fade and He shines. Weakness dissolves and I’m fortified by a strength not my own.
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