Stay Awhile

Safely curled in a fetal position, I lay motionless.

In the dream, I was encased in an egg-shaped capsule with thick, opaque walls. I could see shadows of people passing, but no one could see me. It was a refuge. Predictable. Controlled. Protected.

From there I could observe without showing up; critique without committing.  I learned how to survive this way. Just follow the rules and figure out how to make everyone happy. Fly low. Never dream. Stay quiet.

It took time, and a myriad of circumstances, to lead me into this pallid, silent existence. However, in the dream, release came in an instant.

Someone cracked a hole in the encasement just large enough for light to penetrate and color to invade. A hand entered my darkness and beckoned me to come.

I had a choice. There is always a choice. I could accept the offer and follow color, or remain in the shadows.

It takes only a little faith to move a mountain. I mustered enough.

Emboldened by hope, I strained against the wall and it yielded to the internal pressure. My feet exited first coming to rest on warm, rich soil. As the remainder of my stiff body unfurled, I breathed in the sweet scent of a thousand blossoms and relished in the playful songs of Spring. Freed from constraining walls, the sun’s warmth coursed over my chilled body and vibrant hues washed the remaining scales from my eyes.

I saw we were in a lush meadow, my Rescuer and I, surrounded by impenetrable, rugged mountains that pierced the heavens. The valley overflowed with wildflowers and rushing streams. Only an occasional oak tree interrupted the lush turf that carpeted the expanse.

We stood in silence. It was exquisite and untamed. Fertile and wild.

Releasing the hand that delivered me, I stepped forward in wonder. Instantly, the joy of my newfound freedom was cut by a cold blade of fear. This expanse was resplendent, yes, but also formidable. Where was the control? Where the safety?

Instinctively, I turned toward the shell I had vacated. Although still resting on the meadow floor, it was clear I could never return to its safe confines. Somehow, I was larger now.

Scanning the horizon for another hideout, my eyes came to rest on the hand still extended by my Liberator. His hand was meant to be my security- His presence my fortress.

If I accepted His offer, together we would walk. Explore. Discover. Conquer.

Reaching out my hand, He enveloped it in His and led me away from my past. In time, fear gave way to trust. Trust created room for peace. And peace ushered in rest.

As dusk fell, still hand in hand, we ascended a knoll. Gazing down onto yet another meadow, I saw hundreds of great boulders strewn haphazardly as far as the eye could see. When I asked why the landscape had changed, He urged me to look more closely. Suddenly, I realized these were not boulders, but egg-shaped capsules. Each containing a person, curled motionless in a fetal position.

Tears flowed unrestrained and a mere glance was enough. Together we moved toward the nearest pod. Easing next to it, He whispered, “Stay with them awhile as I work.”

“We are all meant to shine as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”   Marianne Williamson

2 Comments
  • Sharene Pritchard
    Posted at 11:07h, 01 February Reply

    I read your post yesterday. Caught me at a very vulnerable time, I suppose. Many months of being unemployed and yet another rejection after an interview. So, while reading your post the tears came; several times as I continued to read. How often I have wondered about God’s purpose in my life and especially now, feeling so useless. But I will not allow my thoughts to dwell there. It only leads me into despair. I choose to believe God’s Word and hopefully “make manifest the glory of God that is within” as the quote in your post says.
    Today I revisited your blog and the picture caught my attention this time. Maybe because I’m on the laptop today where this pic is much larger than on the phone and I can see it in detail. I found myself noticing the narrow path; sometimes leading to heights, sometimes going down to valleys. This pic is beautiful with the sun shining and green all around but I thought that this wouldn’t always be this way. Sometimes the days would be rather miserable if it was cold and raining Well, thought it was a great pic that depicted, for me, the narrow road that Jesus talks about in Matthew 7:14 Somehow I never quite pictured the narrow road to be quite like this picture, It really is a glorious path!
    I hope it’s ok to save the pic in my files. If I could I would like to print it and frame it! Not sure I am tech savvy enough for that but I will try if that’s ok.
    Thanks again for your posts.

  • Isabelle Ludovico da Silva
    Posted at 14:26h, 11 February Reply

    What a profound insight. Many people remain in their capsule, by fear of rejection. We only can go out and walk if we take God’s hand. I know it is not a theory but a vivid experience that inspired you. Thank you to share it and allow others to discover this path.

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