It’s dark. I see nothing, feel nothing but black air in my tentative reach. The only sound that comes is a deafening silence. I grip his hand a little harder, silently asking his help for the next step.
“Where are we going?” I ask. No answer. I suppose I don’t have to know the destination, just follow the One who does.
“Will the way be hard?” A pause. Then, “Yes.”
I think about this for a moment, a long moment. Fear enters my mind, little flickering demons that taunt the resolve of my courage.
“Will I be alone?”
His answer is certain and quick. “No, dear one. I will never leave you.” He squeezes my hand harder and I draw strength from his presence. With a sigh I lean my head on his arm, nestling into that place of safety and reassurance.
We walk a long time, and the way is hard just like he said it would be. There were rough places in the trail where my feet were knocked from under me, times when I was hurting and tired of going on, moments when it was all I could do to stand…but he never left me. I held his hand and trusted his heart, and somehow through the darkness we stepped out into the clean spring sunshine once again.
To be guided by a hand I cannot see / That’s what faith must be (Michael Card)
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