“The thief comes only to steal and destroy and kill, but I come that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” John 10:10
I have been letting that thief in. He has snuck in through cracks in my walls, through a sliver of open window. But there have been times when I have thrown my front door open wide, let him in, made him a cup of coffee and asked him to stay awile. Ate up his lies like sugar cookies with my tea.
It’s not stealing if I give it away freely.
But I’m taking it back. Reclaiming my life, claiming life in the fullest.
It’s been promised to me by someone who never breaks a promise, never tells a lie, never goes back on his word. Someone who doesn’t need to sneak in through cracks in my walls. To him, I can open my door safely, invite him in without fear. We’ll drink tea and eat cookies that taste only of sugar and butter, no more insecurity and fear melting on my tongue. I’ll wrap my hands around my mug (three sugars and a spoon of honey) and smile. He’ll fix those cracks and tell me stories of things to come, and I’ll begin to dream again.
And my heart will be full, and the thief will not be able to take it from me.