I have walked through the valley of shadows - but not death, thankfully. God has been with me. He never left me, even in the moments when I thought I was completely alone. Fear did a number on me, covering my thoughts like a thick blanket. I was lost and numb. Physically, I functioned the way I was supposed to - moving through life on autopilot - but no one recognized the signs. I had become a master at hiding my feelings. Everyone seemed to have a million and one problems already, so I dared not add mine to theirs. That blanket was heavy. It crushed my soul, squeezing out everything I knew about God and causing me to drift. I skipped along dreary paths, dancing as I wandered into unknown territory. I knew I was playing with fire by entertaining those thoughts, but I had gone past the line, and no one was coming to save me. In desperation, I called out in the darkness, asking for help from anyone who could hear me. But it was barely a sound - a mutter, a whisper that hardly...
Come see life through my eyes!