The door is closing. But as opposed to the picture above, I am not standing on the inside. I’m standing on the outside and the door is closing behind me.
Behind that door is a lot of hiding.
Behind that door is an old way of believing.
Behind that door is a lot of acting.
Behind that door is my old way of life.
Behind that door is bondage.
The thing about watching that door close behind me is that I know that the door is locked. I can’t open it again. One it shuts, I can’t go back. I can’t go back to that way of thinking, or acting, or hiding.
Actually, the door is just barely cracked open right now. It will shut soon. I can’t go back. I know too much. I can’t go back to the bondage that lies behind that door.
I have spent many years in the room behind the door. I just can’t live in that room anymore.
The scary thing is that I don’t know what’s ahead. I know that I am breathing fresh air. I know that I feel the warmth of the sun. It’s just scary to begin to walk away from what I have always known. Like Aslan the lion is described in The Chronicles of Narnia, I know that the future may not be safe, but it is good.
So as the door is closing, I am scared…but ready to embrace the future.