By Danna Shirley
I found myself walking around
aimlessly, going nowhere. It was a carnival of some kind and as long as the
direction was open, I continued to walk . . . until I came to a dead end door.
It was massive and ancient. Why do closed doors entice us to find out what’s on
the other side?
Two ladies appeared to my right and my
left and pushed open the door as if it was a feather curtain. The inside seemed
to be a dungeon from an old English castle. It was dark and musty. I resisted
breathing deeply for I feared my lungs would instantly become moldy.
The ladies bid me to follow and we climbed
a huge staircase that could have belonged to Jack’s giant. After several
minutes I was alone and still climbing. What could possibly be at the top of these
stairs? I hoped it would be daylight and fresh air.
The stairs led to more closed doors.
I would enter one, another would appear, and another. Finally I reached the top
and went no farther . . . nothing! A blank wall stared back at me. I couldn’t
go on and I couldn’t go back.
I flipped open my cell phone to call for
help and the two ladies were instantly beside me again. Their hands touched the
walls and they fell away into nothingness. Daylight blinded me until I went
down, down, down a water slide and back into despair. Every thought screamed, Don’t let the phone get wet.
The anxiety of falling disappeared and I
was on my feet again, this time in a deserted and broken down area of town. It
was overcast and a gloomy gray. My cell phone was still open in my hand but
water was dripping from it now. I couldn’t call anyone to help me.
I stood in front of a weed infested
parking lot. The pavement was dipped and cracked. No cars had parked there in a
very long time. Fear bathed over me. The clouds grew darker. Someone please come and find me. I don’t
know where I am.
I shook out my cell phone. Nothing!
It was useless. No vehicle, no family, no friends, no 9-1-1 to call for my
emergency.
“GOD HELP ME!”
Why do we cry out to God as our last resort?
I woke up . . .
Why do we cry out to God as our last resort?
I woke up . . .
Symbolism:
I
was on level ground in the carnival of life.
I
went into darkness.
I
came to the end of myself and called for help.
The
darkness fell away and Light
came.
I
went down into gloom and despair…again!
My
life was weed-infested, cracked, fearful, dark…again!
I
called out for help…again!
Then I cried out to
God…
My
life is a roller coaster ride of peaks and valleys.
Such
is life…even with God!
Cry
out to God anyway! Call on Him first instead of last.
