Rock, black, flash of gray, driving rain. That's all I see. What'sahead, I don't know.
The rock is like an island–a pedestal would best describe it. Hard. Solid under my feet.
My strong tower.
I see nothing but darkness beyond the surrounding 6 ft radius of slippery, cracked wetness–like an abyss. It's raining–hard. Black clouds roll and swirl above. Lightning turns the world gray for a split second. I'm lonely.
…but never alone
A gust of wind tugs me into its current. Thunder rumbles and I hear the rain calling. Reminding me of all the unanswered questions. Taunting. Whispering doubt.
…Your rod and Your staff comfort me
The driving rain beats down. I can't feel it. I'm not getting wet. I'm not scared. Giant arms encircle me and pull me close.
The shadow of the Almighty; a shield about me.
My head rests against a muscular chest. Warmth radiates through my tired bones as I hear the heartbeat of my Abba.
Peace. Perfect peace that surpasses understanding.
The storm still rages yet inside it is calm. I know who goes before me.
In Him I find my hope.
I find my rest.
Peace, perfect peace.