3am last Thursday morning, I woke up.
Wide awake. I never do this. Ever.
I knew I had been dreaming. There was a vivid picture of me standing on top of a beautiful tall green hill looking down, way down, into a dark valley below.
A hand grabbed mine, but not of a person, but a presence, and began to walk forward down the hill. I was hesitant, looking back over my shoulder.
Reassuringly I heard,
“You are being led into a valley. But you are not alone.”
I somehow knew not to be afraid, that whoever was leading me down the hill was going to stay by my side the entire way.
I woke up hours later thinking I was given an important message for someone else, when it turns out later that day, I realized that the message was for me.
But sadly, the very next morning, Friday the 14th, we all entered a valley. Dark, sad, scary.
Yes, we have walked into a valley, but we are not alone.
We have each other.
Reach out and find my hand and I will hold onto yours. And we can walk through this valley together, knowing that we are not lost because we are being led by a hand, and a hope, following the Light that shows us the way out.