A big step across a small stream

I learn so much about God through others' stories. All the time I know of several people navigating valleys. Deep dark gorges really. The way down is blind. No way to know where bottom is—or even what the next step will bring. Just an unfamiliar wilderness. "Will I stumble? What was that noise?"

Eventually they come to a small stream.

They step across.

And everything changes.

Still just as deep in the valley, the way forward is up and out. There's a hint of light at the rim that draws them. Fear and exhaustion give way to hope.

Lord, when I face my next valley, let me remember that there is a bottom—that you are the Stream found there just as you are the Light at the rim. And let me be an encouragement to others when they face their own valleys. You've been through each one before and you're there now. I know because I've been through some valleys too.