My earliest childhood memories are of the many sleepless nights I spent crying, because of the fear and confusion growing up brought with it. My troubled mind would not let me relax and rest it would only focus on the unknowns of growing up. Why must the journey of growing up have to be so hard? When did something so natural start feeling so unnatural?
The darkness would weigh down on me with a pressure that seemed to crush the very breath from my lungs. The darkness brought with it a defining silence that pushed my tired mind to the brink of hopelessness.
It was in those many sleepless nights that I seemed to have grown up the most. For it was in the quit darkness that I learned to focus on the little things of life. In doing so the many big things of life were broken down in manageable piece that worked together to bring me through the many nights of growing up.
It’s in the darkest of times that the Lord helps us to grow the most. Without the darkness we would never be grateful for the light.
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