We may not see the light in our minds, but the shadows are never devoid of stars that remind us there is goodness. There is life. There is love still shining bright.

There was a moment I found myself alone, standing by a cliff’s edge on the coast. Wind whipped my hair while the deep blue waters calmed my soul. I found myself praying about life, what I was supposed to do, and who I was supposed to be…

It was then I wrote about the mystery of memory, and the connections our hearts make during rest and slumber. “Eyes closed, heart open,” is the phrase that spilled onto the page.

I was the rushing water, flowing toward a climactic moment. A moment that felt like the end of everything. But God. I wasn’t alone, and hitting those depths wasn’t the final chapter. I’d reach the calm and unhurried waters below and experience something greater. I’d experience the miraculous power of grace.

When I’m excited about an idea or dream, I want to rush ahead. I grasp the very thing God gave me out of His hands and barrel forward. But He’s been reminding me of the importance that lies in the tracks. We can’t jump on the train without first laying the tracks.

We need faithful foundations.