When I was a child, I had a bad case of nyctophobia. That’s fear of the dark. My two brothers are much older than me and were gone from home when I was still young. So I was all by myself in what I perceived as a cavernous upstairs, and when Mom would kiss me goodnight, turn off the lights, and go downstairs, I was terrified. My active imagination would conjure up all sorts of monsters that were just outside the windows, waiting to pounce on me. Sometimes I was so frightened I would sneak back down the stairs, hoping my parents didn’t hear me. Those old wooden steps were so creaky, they would give me away.
Sixty years later, I’m still uncomfortable in darkness. It’s hard for me to feel secure in what I cannot see. Maybe that’s why some people have so much trouble trusting in Jesus as savior, trusting in a God they cannot see.
Just a small night light usually helps me to relax in the dark. Maybe you could be somebody’s spiritual night light. You could be the one to chase away the monsters in somebody’s life.
Amen, thank you for sharing.