Sunday, November 1, 2020

The Visitor


                                              A Visitor at the door                                          

Invite Him In
She was tired. Another restless, painful night. Her arm ached, and her head was foggy from lack of sleep. Dad had had another taunting night with dementia. Was it really time to get up? 
There was a knock at the door. She sighed, really? She didn't even have her morning cup of coffee yet, it was way too early for someone to be knocking, her heart accelerated a bit. Who could it be? As she  peek thru the window, she stopped in her tracks! “Oh my gosh, oh no...oh yes...”
She put her hand to her hair and swollen face and suddenly scurried about trying to pick up around her. The visitor was a little more persistent when he knocked again...She couldn’t keep him waiting any longer, what if he left. Oh no! She had to open.
She nervously opened the door, slowly...wider...wider...
“You came...please, please come in. I’m sorry for the mess. Or no, that’s why you came right? Wow! Did you hear me last night? Man! I always thought I had great lighting in here. But with you here, my! it's really bright with your light.” He walked in with such familiarity, she smiled, so content, so at peace, in awe that he was there again.


“So this is it... my place, I know you've been here before but let me show you the changes I've made around here. "You know that everyday I have messes to clean up but  it shouldn’t be too ba...” her words trailed off as she suddenly noticed a grotesque pile in the corner. Someone had thrown up right in her main room. Wait? What? She alone lived here. She bent her head in shame as she recognized the regurgitated words from yesterday that had entered so sweetly, like a chocolate morsel. Her friend had shared someone else’s dark secret. Now she remembered her initial hesitation to accept that tidbit of gossip. It made her stomach turn just as she swallowed it . She had decided again right then and there that she wouldn’t accept anymore more of those morsels. What kind of friend brought that into a friendship anyway? She cast aside the whole affair and forgot about it. Now here it was again, his bright light shining on it. She quickly looked over at him. "You know, I had already cleaned that up yester..." again, her words trailed off  “Why is it so hard? Tears came pouring out. Please forgive me, I’m sorry I partook of this, please help me” And he did, just like that, his very presence sanctified her. Restored! and with renewed zeal she was anxious for him to go through her whole place, she didn't want any room left untouched, even the secret room.

He Held Her Close
He'd come into this room before, he was the only one she felt comfortable to invite. A tiny space with just enough room for one, yet he fit right in, comfortably sitting with her. Suddenly she was an open book; her journal right in front of him, she blushed, embarrassed at her musings, yet he didn't need to read it, he already knew. Those painful insecurities laid open, raw before his eyes. Even at her age now, the vanities of life still taunted; still distracted her, catching her eye, turning her head to look at other girls, who were "perfectly beautiful". The longing for reconciliation of broken relationships, why did rejection hurt so much? And like a pesky fly, pride buzzed around telling her that He didn't care and besides she didn't need Him anyway. What would he say? They had sat on the loneliness that always slithered in and she felt it pinch her. As they sat in her secret place, her visitor purposely stopped and studied the yearning that pulsed on the table with the unfulfilled dreams, he put his scarred hand on the discontent that was splattered across those hopes. She looked up at him holding her breath, sure that he'd be disgusted with this room. Suddenly, with fervor he pulled her into his arms and she wept again. Tears of relief flowed as her heart cherished the moment, wishing the moment would never end.


Behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. Rev. 3:20



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