You hear soft footfalls behind you. Voices whisper your name. Doors close and floorboards moan, yet no one is there. You turn to look behind you, but nothing is there. Always, unseen eyes watch you from the shadows. You see them just out of your periphery vision; yet you can never fully see them. You see a flicker of movement behind you, but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. They haunt you, especially at night when all is quiet. They haunt when all you have are your thoughts and memories of yesteryear.

The attic is your mind where all the ghosts dwell, causing you to question each fork in the road of life from which you had to choose. Did I choose correctly? What if I had taken the other path? Would the ghosts be haunting me still, or would different ghosts haunt me?

It is not the souls of humans that haunt us: it is the ghosts of decisions we made in life. It seems the older I get, the more I am haunted. What if God had other plans for me and I made my own? Where would I be now if I had listened then? Would I still be haunted or would I be haunted by different ghosts? What would have happened had I asked God who He wanted in my life instead of making that decision on my own? What if I had asked God where He wanted my life to go instead of choosing a direction on my own? If I had waited on God and included Him in my decisions all those years ago, maybe I wouldn’t have any ghosts in the attic.

Then again, what perhaps it is those same ghosts the helped create the person we are today – the person God has formed for His good purpose. We wonder how such a wonderful God could allow the bad things in our life to occur when we were responsible for those very things that have broken our hearts. It is only in our minds we are haunted by constantly looking over our shoulders to the past. We fail to look forward to what He has in store for our tomorrow.

In the end, the ghosts in the attic are nothing but dust