Rachel´s progress3:46 AM
Then all at once the mist clears and I reach a bright, shining hilltop from which I can see things clearly and as they really are. I myself am transformed from a dusty, weary traveler to a King´s daughter and one especially chosen to walk these dark paths as a light in the wilderness, a city on a hilltop, a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night. Those grim souls that surround me are in reality sons and daughters of the King, prodigals every one, who have lost their way the moment they took their first breath and never managed to find it again. And now, they doggedly make their trails through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. And on this gleaming hilltop, I surmise that with help from the King I must reach out and reclaim that which had only recently seemed so abhorrent to me. A true light has no real meaning but in darkness for that is where it is needed and recognized the most. It may feel quite comfortable in a room full of chandeliers and candelight but its highest use can only be ascertained in the depths of despair.
Taking one last glance around me, I resume my journey. Onward and upward I climb and once again the darkness engulfs me but now I have my bearings and the next time I see a haunted face I hope to guide it ever so steadily toward the one true light and the man of sorrows who alone can make ways in the wilderness.