I Stand at the Door

She went to sit in the lilies of the valley in the back yard.

For 55 years she sat there, enjoying the lilies, and ignoring everything beyond.

It felt safe there. And it smelled so good. Those white flowers brought comfort. They were pure and innocent. Like she wanted to be.

Inside the house was perverseness. Pain. Confusion. No wonder she didn’t want to leave the garden.

In her mind she stayed there as her body and mind grew. All through childhood, adolescence and adulthood. Marriage, children, loss of parents. And she sat in those lilies. Unable to move.

As an adult she married and had kids. She stayed home with them until they were all in school. Working in the school district kept her on the same schedule as those three precious ones. Maybe she could keep them safe. From the perverseness of her childhood home. From the abusive father. From not knowing a father’s pure love and joy.

Today, she invited Jesus to sit with her in that garden.

She actually spoke with Jesus. And stood up. Looking like a wobbly toddler rather than the preschooler she was at that time, ready to learn how to ride a bike.

But that is where she was stuck. Unable to move. Hopeless, scared, not having an ounce of control over her life.

Except to sit in the lilies and protect her precious heart. That’s where she could preserve her innocence. That purity of soul she was born with.

That little one, unable to move, finally opened her heart to Jesus.

“Behold, I’m standing at the door, knocking. If your heart is open to hear my voice and you open the door within, I will come in to you and feast with you, and you will feast with me.”
‭‭Revelation‬ ‭3:20‬ ‭TPT‬‬