After my intial frustration and anxiety, I feel calmer. I have learned, many times, that God travels with me through light and darkness, and when my strength shrivels, he draws near. I know also I need to be willing to recognise him! So often we grieve over that which we do not have - whether it is the loss of something or the wish for something we have never attained - sometimes that grief becomes a habit that we sink into almost involuntarily.
A very much beloved kindred spirit has set up her own blog and called it 'treasures of darkness' which reminded me immediately of my own affinity with that particular verse.
I need not be frightened of the dark, for God goes before me and follows behind me, stays beside me and hovers below me. My eternal net of safety, whatever the struggle I face. I do not face it alone. Once I understand that God is my priority and my passion, my perspective-maker and potential-former, the grief recedes into peace. Whatever else, he is there, and despite my own shortsightedness, he will not lose sight of me.
Underneath are the everlasting arms.