I’m just trying to keep moving in the right direction. Though I feel like I’m in a cave full in knee deep mud holding a candle for light. There are rats on the ledges & spiders crawling along the walls. It smells putrid & foul in here. There are things moving around, just out of sight. Whispers & sounds not meant for humans to hear, on the faint breeze I follow. I hope it leads out & not to the Pit. I move slow & decisively, as I have no matches & don’t dare let this candle go out.

Please know you are no longer alone, your fellow survivors are here. The Pit (I call mine the Black Hole)is not there unlessw you chase it. Though I have experience chasing it, I am not there today. The whispers and sounds will silence, at least that is my experience. Once they quiet down I begin tofind I am indeed moving in the right direction and the light ahead is not an on coming train.

My experience is that God gives me no more than He and I can handle together.

May He bless you, may the light of his countenance shine upon you and grant you peace.