It is one thing not to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It is another thing to not believe it is there at all. That is where I have been at. Thus the silent blog. Not only was the light not visible, I had lost the perspective that this light even existed. Vast black expanse... perhaps like the darkness before the world was created. It is no coincidence that God created light before anything else. Without light, there is no colour. Without colour, there is no life. Pure darkness consumes and sucks all semblance of life and breath.
To be honest, I still cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel. But I have come to realize that this journey has a lot of twists and turns. Maybe the tunnel has a curve in it that is preventing me from seeing my destination. A couple of days ago I was reminded that I carry a Light. I need to turn it on. It is the Word of God. It only shines as far as my next step but believe me, after wandering and bumping around in the darkness, one short beam of light shines brightly!
So, how do I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel? At this point, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I keep going for another day. What if I quit just one day too soon? So, in God's strength, holding on to Him for dear life knowing that He is holding me even tighter, I will persevere. Keep me going, Lord, keep me going. Just one more day... I can always go just one more day.
