Have you ever walked through the kitchen at night, wearing socks, and you somehow manage to find the puddle of a dropped piece of ice? Makes you cringe a little.
Have you ever attempted to jump over a puddle or stream, only to not make it and have your entire foot get soaked? Walking with squishy, wet socks for the next few hours or the rest of the day can feel a bit uncomfortable.
Now imagine it is dark and you can't see hardly anything, not even your own feet. You're walking through a wilderness and you notice all of a sudden your feet are wet. You don't know why, you just know they are now soaked and your uncomfortable, colder. Blisters will eventually develop as you feel gravel in your shoes. Your skin will feel raw. It may have just been a walk through a puddle, across a stream, or into a river. Or, there may be a small leak in the cracked damn that is just about to burst and drown you.
You don't know where this is taking you. It may just be a bad hour, a bad day, a bad week, or maybe you're about go downhill for the long-term or maybe permanently. You don't know; the only thing you know is that your socks are wet. You keep walking and you start getting ankle deep, waist, deep, chest deep in water. You are fighting against a current, moving in a direction that you hope is right. Each step requires an exhausting amount of energy. You hit some rocks and tree branches scratch at you. You swallow the turbid water, only to choke and cough. You feel like you are not getting anywhere. Your weakness has never become so apparent. Why not let the current just take you? You search for a light on the shore, just something that can orient you back into the right direction.
Just one light.
I have been blessed to find some lights, but I have still trudged through deep water over and over again, often getting progressively deeper until I am sometimes treading.
This is my journey.
Have you ever attempted to jump over a puddle or stream, only to not make it and have your entire foot get soaked? Walking with squishy, wet socks for the next few hours or the rest of the day can feel a bit uncomfortable.
Now imagine it is dark and you can't see hardly anything, not even your own feet. You're walking through a wilderness and you notice all of a sudden your feet are wet. You don't know why, you just know they are now soaked and your uncomfortable, colder. Blisters will eventually develop as you feel gravel in your shoes. Your skin will feel raw. It may have just been a walk through a puddle, across a stream, or into a river. Or, there may be a small leak in the cracked damn that is just about to burst and drown you.
You don't know where this is taking you. It may just be a bad hour, a bad day, a bad week, or maybe you're about go downhill for the long-term or maybe permanently. You don't know; the only thing you know is that your socks are wet. You keep walking and you start getting ankle deep, waist, deep, chest deep in water. You are fighting against a current, moving in a direction that you hope is right. Each step requires an exhausting amount of energy. You hit some rocks and tree branches scratch at you. You swallow the turbid water, only to choke and cough. You feel like you are not getting anywhere. Your weakness has never become so apparent. Why not let the current just take you? You search for a light on the shore, just something that can orient you back into the right direction.
Just one light.
I have been blessed to find some lights, but I have still trudged through deep water over and over again, often getting progressively deeper until I am sometimes treading.
This is my journey.
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