When I was a kid, I was afraid of the dark.

I used to bathe it in light with the glow of my nightlight and hide away from the shadows that resided around the edges of my room. I fought perilously against it, always trying to outrun the obscurity of the darkness armed with the security of the light.

And I’m still fighting, even now. I’m still throwing up my flares when the darkness creeps in and turning to the light when the shadows begin to engulf me. But that darkness, it has become more difficult to outrun, outpacing even my most radiant defenses against it. Because now, it doesn’t just tuck itself neatly into a corner; now, it resides in plain sight. It is in the news I consume and the social media I absorb and the voices that tell me I’m inadequate.

And, oftentimes, I listen to it. I let those shadows brush over my little flicker and dim the truth of the light inside. I take in the darkness this world is dishing out and allow it to dismantle what God has set before me.

And I know you’ve been there, too. I know you’ve battled the shadows while storing up treasures that this earth promises to fulfill (see Matthew 6:19-23).

But it never does.

Sister, there is a light that floods into the deepest darkness. It is a light that shines with love and mercy and grace. Run to it. Because when the shadows of this world entice you with false hope, He will be your light.

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