For the Lord is the Spirit, and wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord—who is the Spirit—makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image.
—2 Corinthians 3:17-18 (NLT)
Once so blind, but, thankfully, now I see.
Why had I only partly entered your Holy of Holies? You had removed the veil that blocked my entrance with your sacrifice, but why had I not completely stepped into you presence—into the freedom you had purchased for me? You had removed my mask, but why had I held it tightly in place? Had I been afraid of what you would require of me? Had I been afraid of letting go and letting you fill me with your Spirit?
Of course I had. I thought the mask would protect me, but I discovered it only imprisoned my pain. I was afraid that letting you have every part of my life would never be the ultimate freedom. But you never stopped reaching for me. You never stopped asking me to come into your presence with nothing in the way. No mask. No wall. You just waited for me to enter. Stripped of all pretense. Hiding nothing and being real.
You kept calling me with your everlasting love, and I finally heard. I pushed through the barrier of my own wall—desperate for the joy of your presence. I ripped the mask that hid my pain from my face. And there you were with open arms in all your forgiveness and grace—just waiting for me. You rushed into my void, and your glory filled my heart. I was finally free.
© 2018 Lynn Lacher