I’ve walked through the valley. I’ve seen the shadow
I’ve had my life ripped apart at the seams. Stolen from
me in an instant.
I’ve lived through the days when I could only take
one step at a time. One foot in front of the other. One
minute. One second. Without being able to think farther
I’ve walked through the valley. It’s an ugly place. It’s
dark and cold. The mountains are high on each side.
Tall and forbidding. Too high to climb.
The path is windy ahead. It curves where I can’t see.
Each day I make it a little farther. I sleep alone. I’m
But there’s a tiny flame inside my heart. A first it is the
tiniest flicker. From the first moment I can feel it. As
cold and scared and dark as it is I can feel the burn in
The flame brings peace. Comfort. Light.
The flame leads me. Shows me the way to the green
pastures of my home and the still waters of my family.
The flame anoints me with the warmth of love.
I cling to the flame. I seek it. Tend it. And it grows.
It can’t carry me out of the valley. That job is mine. But
it lights my path. Guides my feet. Stays with me. Protects
me from my fears. And day by day, step by step,
it leads me.
Outside of the valley there is a life waiting for me. A
life overflowing with goodness. A life full of mercy and
love. It’s my job to take the steps. But I’ll never be alone.
 By Kristin, Cooper King, Seasons of the Spirit, 2018
 p. 66 chapter 7.