Believe it or not, this title came to me as I was trying to fall asleep last night. It stuck with me all day. Weird. Well, here we are. I still have this title gnawing at me. So bear with me as I prayerfully try to flush it out... There
was a time when I struggled with alcohol. I wasn't an alcoholic, but I was clinically diagnosed with a problem & without intervention, would have ended up as one.I remember instances where I would disguise alcohol in a hairspray bottle! I would drive to remote gas stations, buy something, slam it in my car & head to work, church, wherever. I wanted to shed the "party-girl" image & be respected as a professional woman in society, so I hid what could jeopardize that desired image. Which meant drinking in the dark. At the beginning of our marriage, I would drink so I could have a buzz before Raul got home. I drank in our home's dark places....and Raul never knew... But as I've thought about this title, I realized that what I did in the dark, I also did in the light. Every sip, every binge, every buzz...nobody knew,here. But He knew,up there. God's
light is bigger than our dark. And that is a GOOD thing. God's light in my dark places is what eventually got me OUT of my problem. Finally desperate, I took God's hand that broke my darkness & I let Him lead me into His full light. Addiction-free. Forgiven. Accepted. As I reflect, I know I am so much better standing in God's light, than sitting in my dark. I love the light & I am so grateful to be in it!