(A poem I wrote a couple years ago regarding trials)

Once upon a time I dreamed a strange but wonderful dream. In my dream I found myself surrounded by a dark forest; sharp branches pokes me causing me to cry. I was scared and all alone, or so I thought.

Not one drop of sunlight could be detected streaming down from the heavens because of the mass of thick trees. The dark forest not only sent shivers of fear down my spine, but it also disturbed my heart causing my once strong confidence in my Lord and Savior to waver with doubts. As I stood there in the darkness, I did recall to mind that God's Word alone is a lamp to my feet and a light to path---His Word is my life and my daily bread, which the Holy Spirit uses to transform my heart to be like Christ, and that He gives me strength and power to carry out His will as I am immersed in His Word.

I trembled because of my fear as discouragement clouded my thoughts and pushed aside any desire I had to read the Scriptures. I cried and cried but no one answered. I began wondering why God did not help me. I had so easily forgotten that He had supplied me with help through His Word and that I had ceased to draw upon it.

So I remained in the darkness, but not long for God is merciful. Although I was floundering in my faith He remained ever faithful.

God brought to my finger tips word of past Christians written in books rich with Biblical truths. By His grace He awakened my cold heart as I listened to His Word being taught.

All at once, He worked in me, and I opened His Word, which was sweet as honey to my soul. How could I have remained in darkness so long when His light streamed bright and strong through His Word.

The trees still surrounded me, but my eyes were fixed on God; He would protect and care for me. I was in good hands---my Creator's hands.