Little kids are afraid of the dark.
They have every right to be. Something inside them instinctively fears the night, because night means evil and monsters and nightmares.
Little did I know that the monsters under my bed would slither into my mind while I slept, and suddenly I couldn’t just wish my nightmares away anymore. After all, I couldn’t run away from myself, try as I might.
In the midst of silencing my demons, however, I found this little thing called light. When the light came, the darkness inside me began to seem a little less dark.
I had found something that chased away the nightmares in my head. Or, rather, He found me.
And, after a lifetime of running and hiding, with Him I had the strength and the desire to fight. My resiliency could finally be turned into a weapon, rather than a shield.
I am no longer afraid of the darkness. I don’t cower in the face of my demons. I never have to run away again.
After all, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.