In the rooms of my heart the windows never close.
I watch the swelling of the curtains as memories old and new blow through.
My room of pain is deep within.
Layers upon layers of paint conceal the hurt that lies beneath.
There is a closet of white clothes.
Sometimes I see the crisp white fabric and sometimes all I see are stains.
Down the hall is a room with only darkness.
I try to light a candle, but there’s a force that blows it out.
The room is cold and I feel the chills of life run up and down my spine.
I never stay long there…
I rush into my room of things I love.
It is filled with my kid’s laughter and my husband’s embrace.
I also have my room of peace.
A worn comfy chair, a warm blanket, and a book await me there.
I stare out the window, I listen to the rain fall, and I pray.
There are many other rooms in my heart.
Some are locked and some are hidden.
Some have walls knocked down and others are under construction…
Oh, but I must not forget to mention my favorite room.
It is my room of forgiveness.
This room is covered by the blood of the Lamb.
It peels away the layers of paint and washes away my stains.
It gives me light in the darkness and warms my soul.
This, my dear, is the room of all rooms.
Originally published at Stacy’s blog. Reprinted with permission.