There is something absolutely thrilling about chasing a light into a tunnel. The darkness presses in, the light seems to shrink and grow further away from you, and then you’re completely surrounded by shadow for an instant. When you find the light at the end of that tunnel again, it’s like a breath of fresh air after nearly drowning, only more bittersweet. You leave behind the shade and push yourself into the unknown, blinding light of the future, leaving the shadows of yesterday behind you. Let the past be past, and bring tomorrow to today.
All that is well and good, but what about when you’re actually in the tunnel? What about the few moments when you are completely surrounded by darkness with no pinprick of light to guide you? What happens when the panic hits you like a fist to the face? When your heart starts beating fast, your eyes fall, tears well up, and fists clench? What then?
Everyone always says, ‘there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.’ No one mentions the tunnel itself, and what you must go through to get to the light.
The most you can do is pray that God will bless you. Suffering part of being a Christian; it’s in the Bible. We must all go through dark tunnels. Some have little lamps on the side, guiding you, showing you at least a little bit in front of you. Some are pitch black and nothing can be seen of the rest of the path, but you have to trust. There is a light at the end of every tunnel; some just come a little farther down the path.
Keep walking, and you’ll find your light.