I am standing in the threshold. I can see into the other side, but it is dimly lit, shadows moving about. I look behind me, and I see puppet-like creatures. I am one of them. The marionette pulls the string. I move this way. Another string, I move that way. I see a script being handed to me. A finger wags. “If you cross the threshold, you will be lost. Stick to the script.”
I stand in the doorway, afraid to cross over. But I’m afraid that if I don’t, my life is essentially over—all my choices wrapped up and set in stone, ready to be typed up in a nice obituary. But how would my obituary read on the other side of the threshold? The search for truth never ends. He is the Truth, and He beckons me.
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.
I’m seeing a circus. The circus master leads the horse through a flaming hoop, yet it is not burned. Am I afraid of being burned? Is He showing me that I’ll be okay?
I set one foot across the threshold. The light is a little brighter now. I hear voices—low, calm, soothing. A fresh breeze blows through the door, and I want to somehow capture it and keep it with me. But the breeze is with me. The breeze is in me.
I feel the assurance to move my other foot across, but it feels like it’s weighted. I can barely lift it off the ground, then it falls back down. I hear a voice in my heart saying, “Just rest. It’s okay. At the right time, I will carry you over. Are you not my bride?”
Faithful Lord, please give me your eyes to see beyond the threshold and the courage to follow wherever you lead. Amen.