The light seems elusive in the midst of the darkness. As if wrapped in a tight steel chamber, the air appears to have stopped circulating. Suffocation appears imminent. Movement difficult. The circumstances of my crisis have thrust me into into confusion, anger, and disappointment. How will I break free from this place? What direction shall I venture toward when I do? This moment; this life is not what I expected.
Comfort and resuscitation arrive. Those whose hearts have been afflicted, who have, themselves, broken out of their chambers, cross my path. It is no coincidence. They are placed there by God as affirmation that my God has not forgotten me.
Though questions remain, I am wrapped in comfort. No longer surrounded by a steel chamber, I am surrounded by a blanket of human touch.
Light has broken through. My lungs inhale the life giving air in my sphere.
Together, we eat, we walk, we pray, we cry. We sit; in silence. Gradually, I step forward toward a new “normal.” Recognizing I am not alone.
And eventually, I find myself woven into the blanket of comfort covering another. How do they know which direction to walk toward? I will show them the way.
“He comforts us every time we have trouble, so when others have trouble, we can comfort them with the same comfort God gives us,” 1 Corinthians 1:4
Redemption is always at work.