We both made it out alive...barely.
Tunnels, are all around. Some are long and winding, others so short you can see the end before you enter the tunnel. Literal tunnels amaze me. How did someone do that? Figurative tunnels annoy me, they scare me, they challenge me, they cause me not to want to go in them. Know what I mean? The times I've discovered I've entered into a tunnel of chaos, conflict, or challenge. My path on this planet has brought about many "tunnels" that are necessary to go through, but not very pleasant, to say the least. The best thing about these types of "tunnels" are the exit on the other side. You know, that relationship, job, assignment, conversation, or waiting that has the blackness of a real tunnel and carries with it the same fear and trepidation I felt in South Carolina. These tunnels don't seem to have any respect for who we are, what we know, or what we have gone through. Tunnels of physical pain and suffering, emotional depths of depression, fear of the future, financial ruin, and relational collapse can all feel the same: dark, damp, depressing, and full of fear.
Here are a few thoughts I've had regarding these tunnels.
1. Tunnels are a passageway. We are not meant to stay in the tunnel.
2. If I consistently take my next step, I will eventual get through to the other side where there is light and a new location.
3. I am not alone, no matter how lonely I may feel. There is One who has promised never to leave me.
4. The tunnel helps me grow. I don't walk by what I can see in the tunnel but by the faith I have in the One who is with me. Believe me, there have been some tunnels that have been pitch black and all I could do was trust the One who was guiding me through.
So, what's your tunnel story? From a fellow tunnel traveller!