When I was a little girl, the basement in the house where I grew up was probably one of the scariest places I had to go alone.
The basement was a large unfinished room with a heavy dark curtain dividing the space. I believed the curtain was in place to hide monsters that waited around for me when my mom or dad asked me to retrieve a canned good or roll of paper towel.
I proceeding with caution, each step down the stairs was made with as little noise as possible so the monsters would not wake up. I gently pulled the curtain aside and headed straight to the back storage room. To limit my time down there, I memorized what was on each shelf so I could be in and out like a race car driver making a pit stop.
Once the item I needed was in my clutch, I ran as fast as I could through the curtain and up the stairs, taking them two-at-a-time. Throughout my sprint I prayed silently over and over, “Please God, help me not to be scared”. Monsters know when kids are in their space and they know what a delicacy they are. Like veal, the young have such a juicy tenderness about them. I was in the monster’s space and they wanted to catch me and eat me.
This sprint and silent prayer for protection continued throughout my chilhood, even after the curtain came down when my parents finished the basement. I was certain the monsters were still living in the closets and rooms with newly installed doors.
My life was spared each time I had to go to the basement. I learned the importance of taking stairs two-at-a-time while praying the same prayer for protection. I was not eaten by monsters.
Matthew 7:7-8 “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.