In the darkness, hope seems lost. Running blindly through terrors and fears. They snatch at you. Grab for your feet to trip you. Strangle you until your breath is strained. Your lungs feel like they will explode. The night closes in on you. It is heavy. It is cold. It is painful.
But then a light appears. Small at first. Keep moving. Keep searching. Reach. Don’t quit.
It grows. Becomes brighter. Keep going.
The closer you get the warmer the light feels on your face. It surrounds you. It doesn’t shift. It is constant. The Light wraps you and holds you.
Hope has come. Hope is coming. Hope is here.
Prepare Him room.