Materializing before me in the darkness was a glass cage. Floating inside was a fetal position curled figure, cringing, hands and arms covering its face and head. Without hesitation and without question, I knew I had discovered my inner child and the place in which she lived. Slow motion troubled figures of my Mom and Dad were circling around her. With only fragile, transparent panes separating her from them, she was able to view their haunting movements, hear their taunts and accusations, sense their animosity and feel their instability. Taken aback, I was puzzled. I had thought my dwelling place was my God…my shelter, my refuge and my fortress (Psalm 91:1). This was certainly a far cry from the strong tower in which I had sought sanctuary many years ago (Psalm 61:3).
How did she come to be in this place? What had transpired to encase her in such a vulnerable position? Experience told me the answers to these questions would be found further into my tunnel journey. Now I was called to move on, led by the One to whom darkness is as light (Psalm 139:11-12); shown the way by my Counselor who has promised to guide me into all truth (John 16:13). “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32