Believe. That word has been rattling around in my head for a month now, but I’ve been struggling to grasp it.
The insecurity of life became too much for me, and so I retreated into a corner, hugged my knees, and closed my eyes in an effort to provide a false sense of security. That only lasted for so long, when I began to feel my body being moved and turned. A breeze swept over me as I lost my equilibrium. It felt as if a deep cavernous hole had opened up and I was spiraling downward towards the inevitable. At first, I resisted, but then growing weary of the fight, I found solace in the darkness that was sure to come when I hit bottom.
Believe! The soft spoken word pierced through the dark thoughts. Believe what? Believe that someday I’ll be able to wake up without fear gnawing at my heart and stomach? Believe that I can someday accept who I really am – a daughter of God? Believe that joy will come in the morning? A spark of hope flickered and was instantly snuffed as I twisted and turned in my fall.
Believe! The word seemed to bounce off the jagged rocks that formed the deep pit. “Believe what?” My mind screamed in confusion and horror.
“Believe that I have called you. Believe that you are mine. Believe that I see you and won’t let you be harmed! Believe that I love you!” The unseen voice sounded desperate almost pleading.
“I want to, I really want to, I just don’t have the strength anymore. All I see is darkness, and all I hear is the wind swirling around me, and all I feel is the weight of gravity pulling me down.” I frantically rambled.
The tender voice responded, “Open your eyes and look up!”
“I’m too scared!” My voice squeaked out.
“Open your eyes!”
Ever so slowly, I pried open my eyes and looked up. Instead of seeing pitch black darkness, I saw a handsomely rugged face peering anxiously down at me. “You’re not falling, I’m carrying you!”
“But I…”
“You became scared of the world around you and you closed your eyes. When I picked you up, you thought you were falling. If you had opened your eyes, you would have seen that I am carrying you to safety.” He gently explained.
“Believe,” I whispered.
“Yes, just believe and you will see the truth.” My Abba hugged me close as I clung to him realizing that I had been safe in his arms all along.
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