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Sunday, February 19, 2017

Temporary Insanity

Glimpses of someone running through dark halls. Yelling for freedom, but unsure of where to go.  Feeling around don walls and reaching for doorknobs that aren't there.

"Right here" you hear a voice say. You look around like the voice is talking to you, but you realize the voice is talking to the one running through the halls. They stop and their head moves from side to side, trying to hear where the voice is coming from.

"Right here" you hear again. But this time it's more distinct. You're able to distinguish the direction and you look toward the voice and see an open door in the distance. A bright light at the end of the dark hall. So you try to reach for the person that is now in a full out panic. But you can't seem to get to them.

You start to yell for them to find the door. You're completely dumbfounded as to how something so simple is so oblivious.

You watch this horror unfold before your eyes as you see the person that was so frantic, sitting against the wall full of tears. Sitting so close, but apparently so far.

All the while, the voice keeps saying, "Right here" "right here". The light seems to get brighter as you get more frustrated at what you're seeing. The hurt, the frustration, and the try again. Each time, seeming to travel right on the edge of the light. Hunting through the darkness; completely oblivious to the freedom that is right before them.

How in the world are they missing this? How can something so obvious be so hard to find? It frustrates you to watch such a debacle happen before your eyes. You try to figure out a way to help them, but it seems like there is a boundary line between you and them. You watch them to the point that it becomes pure anguish to see. Constantly pacing, panicking, missing the very thing that is right before their eyes.

You clearly see the way. You hear the voice, but for some reason, there's missing it. They hear the voice, and they turn to where it sounds like it's coming from. Where it just might be, but they can't find it.

"How do they get out?" you finally ask the Lord. His reply is simple...

"They just have to open their eyes"

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