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Unspeakable Grace: Ditch the Drapes

Good morning, friend.
Are you hesitant to grab hold of this day? Or did you wake with a start, ready to rock this thing? We have had black curtains in our room for nearly a decade and I got the bright (see what I did there) idea last week to buy some pretty white ones with hints of gray and turquoise. They match both my bedspread and my existing paint color, so this low maintenance girl thought it was a genius move.
Do you KNOW how early the sun has the audacity to rise?! Long before my brood of children, I will tell you that. Admittedly, I have been away on business the majority of the week, but the mornings I have been here have found me waking in a near panic, trying to figure out just how late I have slept. (Rising to that kind of light through black curtains would have only happened after noon, you know! And who gets to do that?)
I wonder how many of us are waking to our faith like that? How long have we kept black curtains on the windows of our lives in hopes of shielding ourselves from the blinding realities of the world? It’s easier to sleep when we cannot painfully see the state of the world around us and it is easier to stay in our slumber when the glaring light of truth cannot find us until we are darn good and ready.
What would happen if we chose another way today? What if we were roused from our deep repose at last? What if we asked our Lord to come and light up all the dark places today, that we might get up and go at last? What if we left our warm comfort behind and braved what lies ahead?
Surely, the darkness would have to flee. Surely, the whole wide world would lighten up a little. Surely, that will begin with you. Surely, it can start with me.
Ditch the drapes of darkness, dear. The time to rise and shine is here.
“Do this, knowing the time, that it is already the hour for you to awaken from sleep; for now salvation is nearer to us than when we believed. The night is almost gone, and the day is near. Therefore let us lay aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.” Romans 13:1-12 NASB

In Christ alone,



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