Fear

Think about sitting in a dark room. You can't even see your hand in front of your face. You can hear things better because when one of your senses is lacking, the others tend to "perk" up and help out a little. You start to hear things but since you can't see them, you're not sure what it is. Your mind begins to play tricks on you. You let yourself think the worst. Isn't this what happens in our lives? Tragedy strikes and it is so easy to fall into a pit of darkness. This could be any tragedy. Loss of a job, losing a friend, diagnosis of a disease, death of a loved one, etc. The enemy sees that you are weak and he will hit you while you're down. He will look for any opportunity to keep you in that pit. The only way out is to grab that hand that is reaching down for you.
I think I could have fallen in that pit. I could have let the enemy grab a hold of me. But I didn't. Some people have commented lately at how well they think I am doing, how proud they are of me. I'm not going to lie, people. I'm scared of the dark. I couldn't stay there too long. I had to grab His hand. He pulled me out. Please, don't misunderstand. I am still sad. I still cry. I am still heartbroken but I see the Light.
"The Lord is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear? The Lord si the stronghold of my life - of whom shall I be afraid?" Pslm 27:1 NIV