Our past taunts us. Standing in the way of path ahead. Skewing the light and distorting into shadows of regrets, if onlys, shame. Intriguing, as shadows loom larger than life, clinging to us in full sun. No one notices shadows in utter darkness.
Standing near gate, she pauses. The freedom of childhood flits in through a memory. We all remember the game of shadow stomping. Childhood innocence, living, free to make mistakes.
Her eyes accustomed more each day to the brilliance of light. Her feet begin to stomp. Renouncing the shadows in her life, rejoicing in the light that reveals them.
"For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light." - Ephesians 5:8
And do a little shadow stomping.