Choosing Light (part two)

Over and over. Day after day. She repeated the same cycle. Seventeen nights pass, though time was nothing at all in this state of complete limbo. True insanity, to think something would change without any alteration to the pattern.

Although, this morning she woke with something on her mind;

" I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." 

Besides this thought, she felt exactly the same. Decisions overwhelming her. Standing, she nears the beautiful and artistic door. The door which inspired her, but still left her empty and fearful. Slowly she walked by each door, examining them closely. Every door different, and only one with light shining from behind.

One door had multiple poems and quotes etched in the wood. There was just enough light shining from the door behind, allowing her to read each writing carefully. The poems stirred her imagination and caused her to think about things differently. This door filled with philosophical musings, was intriguing to say the least, but still felt--empty. 

Again, these words sounded inside her mind, louder than any poem could;

" I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." 

Making a complete circle, she stands before the lit door in awe. It was so mysterious. Still, unable to see if there was any detailing on the door, at least that would give her an idea of what was behind this massive piece of wood. The artistic door was so expressive, then there was the door filled with beautiful and imaginative words. Turning to face each door as she imagined her life behind them. She notices her shadow moving as well. Distracted by the movements of her shadow in the distance, suddenly in hits her. Light. Without the door in which light is pouring out, she would never have been able to see the coloring of the artsy door or read the words on the door, covered in philosophy . Without the light, she would be at a complete loss as to what seperates the doors, one from another. She would have no hope, no choice at all. Yes, those doors are beautiful. But no beauty would be even remotely detectable if it wasn't for light to see. 

All at once, she is filled with surety. With courage. Without a doubt or even a glance behind her, she uses all of the strength contained within her to push open the majestic door. Still not knowing, what lies behind, but trusting the promise-- 

With light, she will never be lost or unsafe. With light there is strength, With light, she is able to see beauty in everything. 

"For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure. Do all things without murmurings and disputings: That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world; Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain." (Philippians 2:13-16 KJV)

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