Walking in the Light

I have a few recurring dreams. They’re bad dreams, I suppose—nightmares, really. I don’t often have them, but every once in awhile they’ll reappear. One of those dreams is that I’m losing my sight. Everything around grows dimmer and dimmer, and I run around the house trying to turn on all the lights to no effect.

So one night, as I was driving home from work, I noticed that everything on the road seemed to be growing darker. This realization of one of my nightmares gave me a sudden chill and my stomach seemed to drop through the floor. In a matter of seconds, I realized that it was actually my headlights that were dimming—the alternator had gone out somewhere on the drive and I was lighting my way home on the dying battery alone.

So, while I’m not really afraid of the dark per se, I am afraid of losing
my way because I can’t see my surroundings or the path ahead. When the path of
life seems dark, the best thing that we can do is turn to God’s promises. “Your
word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” When the road is dark, God
provides the light, for he always knows the way.

That’s something to think about.