The day had gone; alone and weak

I groped my way within a bleak and sunless land.

The path that led to light I could not find!  {my despair and depression}

In that dark night God took my hand.  {and spoke, “Do not despair, there is always hope”}

He led me that I might not stray,   {into adultery and worser fates}

And brought me by a safe, new way I had not known.   {God protected me and comforted me through a less than ideal choice}

By waters still, through pastures green I followed Him–the path was clean of briar and stone.

The heavy darkness lost its strength,  {I am not lonely}

My waiting eyes beheld at length the streaking dawn.   {my husband is fighting for me}

On, safely on, through sunrise glow  {i am walking in the light of His grace}

I walked, my hand in His, and lo,    {i am trusting slowly but surely}

The night had gone.  {almost there, not quite}

These are not my words. But this is my God.   -Poem taken from Streams in the Desert by Annie Porter Johnson 

I had a vision tonight of God joining two entities with His hands.  The future is still unclear for us.  But God is on the move. And He is fighting for us.  God will do a new thing, a wonderful, unimaginable new thing only He is able to do and many will be blessed.