I slip into bed, having nothing specific on my mind. The days have been slow, nursing an injury; trying to muster some ambition to carry out tasks with one arm.
In the darkness, my eyes close. I nearly drift off.
It’s there. There, where I’m not asleep, nor awake, but taken into that surreal space between sleep and wakefulness.
It’s there I see the line of windows with the curtains drawn back in no particular neatness. Out those windows, that appear suddenly to my left, I see the dark shadowy figure pass by. Passing quickly towards… what? The door to the room is now the focal point of my vision. I can see the door to the room, the door wide open,
I see the darkness without.
The phrase comes to my mind, it suddenly makes itself known:
“It’s an open door to the enemy”
Just as quickly as this vividly flowing scene is brought before me, it’s gone.
I’m awake, wide awake. I find myself, again, in the dark. My voice sounds loud, my speech quick, as it breaks the silence of sleep. I recount this vision, this warning.
I know what this open door of darkness speaks to in my life; so I pray. I pray, not as one afraid, but as one intimately acquainted with the One who gave His flesh and blood. I pray, knowing I wrestle not against flesh and blood, as one who knows the Conqueror. As I pray, I give thanks. Thanks for messages in the dark to bring wisdom to light.
As the sun rises on a fresh day, warm rays shine over me. The darkness of night overwhelms, but the Light breaks through and He brings peace.