Walking Through the Valley

Today felt rough. I cried, and I felt like I was barely getting by - not just financially, but spiritually. I went to the lake and walked my dog, letting the fresh air and calm water guide my thoughts. As I meditated on the Lord’s Word, one passage kept returning to me:

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

I felt like a goner, but I clung tightly to the Lord. He was the only way I could pull through it all. The feelings of emptiness and imposter syndrome were real and heavy, yet I reminded myself that His words are pure, steadfast, and unshakable.

On the way home, I looked up at the sky and saw a landscape of clouds so surreal, so dreamy it was like a whisper of hope. And in that moment, I knew - even in the valley, even in the midst of the struggle, I am held, guided, and never truly alone.