The Secret Room

The secret room is officially rented out...

We had lived in our home for over a year when my four children (kindergarten, 1st and 3rd graders plus the toddler) came screaming through the front door in total delight. "There's a secret room in our house Mom! Megan just told us." And they all tore up the stairs as I tried to drop the dishes and scurry after them.

You see, there's a pole at the top of the shoe shelf in the closet. Slide the pole and the shelf opens like a door. NO WAY! Of course, the oldest had the honor and the door creaked as it opened wide revealing a huge carpeted study with intercoms and bookshelves and phone jackets and wires coming out of the ceiling. Quaint. Mysterious. We just inherited another bedroom for the little tod. Woohoo!

So many memories of our children's childhood are crammed in my cranium. But as I said farewell to the secret room last week and welcomed a renter in, a few tears slid down knowing that chapter is closed. I so loved my children growing up. Sometimes I feel regret over missing God in the present moments when they were little. The secret door to my heart was locked in fear of what others thought. But, it's unlocked now. I wish I knew then what I know now about being alive in Christ. What can I do about that? I can celebrate for there is hope for my sin and hope for my future. And I can continue to live in the present and deal with the fray of my own heart and I am so very grateful to our good God!

So celebrate this moment whatever those secret doors to your heart reveal for there is hope. So much hope!