She edged forward slowly putting one foot in front of the other. Wrapped in silence and blinding fog she continued on what she hoped was the right path with only the questions raging somewhere between her head and heart as company: “Where am I?” “Am I even moving forward?” “Why can’t I see myself, or anyone else?” They battered away at each other until one managed to break out into the impossible emptiness, “Why have I been forsaken?”
The gentle hand on her shoulder preceded the sound of his voice, “I am here.” Three small words, ablaze with love, silenced the storm within her.
“Where am I?” she asked.
“You are with me. We are on our way.”
Her heart burned with the power of his words, stirred into flame by the smile they had sparked. As they continued on their journey she scattered joy in her wake, discovering its fullness evermore with every step.
Countless times she had dreamt that life was joy and awoken to find it was service. Walking the path set before her with him she realised that service was joy, and joy was something she would choose and keep choosing every day.