Knock, Knock

Creeeeeeeek.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

*footsteps on the hardwood*

I stop. I look around. This place is a mess. Cobwebs hang from the corners. Dust on evey surface. Dust bunnies here and there on the floor. Dust hanging in the stagnant air. Windows so dirty the beautiful sunlight cannot get through. Furniture over turned, a piano that has stood unplayed. These walls have not heard music, or laughter, or seen fresh sunlight. A phone on the wall that has been ringing, but no one there to answer.

A naked bulb hangs from the socket.

If I pull the string, will it work? Will there be light? Can there be light again here? Am I ready to let the light in and truly see what a mess this place has become? Can my eyes adjust to the brightness again?

I reach up...
and I pull.

The bulb flickers.
and flickers again.
And I can hear the humming of electricity.
It's coming to life. Slowly igniting. Gradulaly buring. Dimness growing stronger into light.
There is still light here. There is still Life here. HE is still here.

We have a lot of cleaning up to do. But I'm here. I'm back. I'm still Waiting for His glory to be Revealed, but I feel a stirring. And I think I know where we are heading. I think we are standing right where He has planned it to be. In this place that is in need of care and attention, but where He designed in His time for us to be.

We are heading into an adventure. One that will take us places spiritually, emotionall and physically. Places so high and so low that I do not think I can even begin to prepare myself for. Want to come along?