I’d been through the darkest years of my life and had somehow survived thanks to the kindness of close friends and church family. But it was such an anomaly – an uncharacteristic blip on the screen – that it was easy to just tie a millstone around it all and send it straight to the bottom of the sea. Out of sight, out of mind.
But then came the dream: all around me was inky blackness and I was keenly aware that I was deep down in the ocean where even light gave up the fight. Overhead a warm glow appeared – like a Touched By An Angel moment – illuminating a rusty, carbuncled door of a sunken ship. I tried and tried to turn the huge round hatch handle, but it wouldn’t budge. I used my feet and legs to try and force the door open, to no avail. And as I labored, I felt the Lord lean in and gently say,
You buried it good and deep, didn’t ya?
And just like the crew discovering ruins from the Titanic, with one simple question He uncovered the wreckage of my not-so-perfect life, and with it, he raised the disappointment and fear and shame from the dark depths and brought them up into the light.
You see, I may have hidden it from people around me, but I hadn’t hidden it from Him – He knew right where it was all along.
Truth be told, there is no depth so deep that His love can’t reach it. No matter the inky blackness. No matter the years that have rolled past. No matter the disappointment and fear and shame. No matter how truly dead a thing might be.
Because God has a way of resurrecting dead things.
1 You have searched me, Lord,– Psalm 139
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
Beautiful post, Melody, and you were the inspiration for thie poem below. I hope you enjoy it!
‘Twas but a short trip from His friends,
breaking bread in the upper room
to where the Story seemed to end
behind a boulder, in the tomb.
But then the stone was rolled aside
and out He came, on that third day.
Now death has no place to hide,
and we need not; we’re shown the Way.
We are sunk far deep in sin,
out birthright from forgotten time,
but He would not let evil win,
and with His blood he pardoned crime.
He would not, did not leave us there,
for ’twas our loss He could not bear.
Spot #1 at FMF this week.