When I was in my twenties I had a verse for every malady, every struggle, every blessed thing. I think this is important-please know that. These are verses I still hold dear, truths that have dug their way down and become a part of who I am.
I’ve been to the wilderness, you know. I’ve wandered out into that place where doubt and hurt live, where they beckon you to come and sit awhile. I found others out there, those who would keep me company and promise to give me a place to fit-out there, in the wilderness.
I’ve actually lived in the woods in real life-and here’s what I found. I thought I would really love it there, but it turns out the trees didn’t let much light in. It affected my spirit, the lack of light.
I need light. Not artificial, manufactured light…I need the real deal. The cool and damp of the wilderness seem refreshing for a bit, but no one warned me that mold runs rampant in that setting. There’s no light to soak up the moisture. We had to throw boxes of our belongings away when we moved thanks to mold and moisture.
So, yeah…I’ve been to the wilderness. And I lingered too long. Some things got ruined. Some things need a gentle touch and some restoration. Wading your way into the wide open feels a little overwhelming at first-so.much.light.
That light, though…
“But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light; for you once were not a people, but now you are the people of God; you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.” 1 Peter 2:9-10, NASB
It’s really where I am found, and where I belong.