As a little girl I was scared of monsters hiding in my closet. Then I got older and learned that six eyed, clawed, sharp teethed monsters aren't real. Then life turned cruel and I learned that monsters are real, and they're deadly. Real monsters don't have sharp teeth and claws, but they do hide in closets. Not because that's their natural habitat, but because that's where we put them.
At least that's where I put my monsters of shame, and anger and hurt. That's where I hid the whispering monster that said I wasn't good enough. That's where I placed the loud monster that told me to be afraid. That's where I hid the ugly monster that convinced me that I deserved to be angry and bitter and unforgiving.
The monsters we're too big and too scary to face, so I did all I knew to do... I tucked them away behind closed doors and locked them up tight.
It was much better that way. As long as my monsters were in the closet I could pretend like I was okay. I could smile and act like my life was "just fine, thank you". Until it was dark and quiet. Then I could hear them scratching on the door to get out. I could hear their muffled voices, smell their rancid breath. Or if you were getting too close to me, if you were pressing in and truly interested in my heart and not just my image. Then I would hear them again, beating and pounding against the door. Frantic to get out. In the dark night and in the intimate conversation my heart would race and panic would grip me. I was desperate to keep those monsters locked away.
It was exhausting.
But it was the only way I knew to coexist with my monsters. Keep them locked away, hidden, out of sight. What I didn't realize was that as long as I kept my monsters in the closet I was the one trapped. That as long as they were concealed behind closed doors I was bound to them, bound to hide them, bound to fear them, bound to check on them.
Finally, I got so sick of the monsters that I decided to do something brave, and perhaps a little crazy. I opened the door and let them out. Not all at once. One or two at a time I released them. And never alone. Always there was a brave companion by my side. A counselor, or trusted friend, or spiritual mentor. Together we would stand and face that beast.
A funny thing happened when we opened the closet door... when those monsters stepped into the light of day they became a lot less intimidating. When they stood before me, with the Sword of the Spirit in my hand and the King of Kings standing beside me and a trusted friend praying on my behalf, they lost their power.
I know they would have overtaken me and killed me had I faced them on my own. I've seen it happen before to people I love. When they faced their monsters without Christ they were the ones who lost. I also know that they would have killed me if I'd have left them in the closet. Slowly but surly they would have drained the life from me. I've seen that too. Seen friends slowly shrivel up and die because they're too afraid to face their monsters. But when we stand empowered with the Word of God and the victory of the cross, the only things that die are the monsters that haunt us.
"The pain is real
You can't erase it
Sooner or later
You have to face it down"
JJ Heller (song is below, so worth 3 minutes of your time)
Monsters can't be tamed and they can't be silenced. They can kill you or they can be killed, but they cannot be ignored. They are real. The pain is real. The hurt is real. But as long as you ignore it, it has power over you. You can lock it up, but it will not die. And eventually, it will get out of that closet and come after you. The only way to not live in constant fear of that day is to finally, once and for all, face the monster and put it to death.
And you can! Yes, really! You can face the monster. You can defeat the monster. It might be a long hard battle, you'll need to be vulnerable and ask for help. It will require you to know and stand on the Word of God. It will demand that you pray and trust Jesus like you've never done before. But the silence that comes after the battle... it's worth enduring the fight.
"Do not participate in the unfruitful deeds of darkness, but instead even expose them." Eph. 5:11
"Be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil." Eph. 6:10&11
Over and over and over again the Word of God commands us to be strong and courageous (see Joshua 1:9). Following Jesus isn't easy or safe or sweet. It's a battle. It requires courage and strength and sometimes blood and tears. But girls, we have to fight. It's when we run from the battle that the enemy runs over us. When we turn and face the enemy, when we stand our ground with Jesus, our enemy cowers in fear.
It's time to pick up our swords and fight. It's time to kill the monsters.