I was feeling overwhelmed by the idea of not being able to do what I'm created to do: writing and creating to glorify God. It all felt like bitter medicine in my mouth, it stays for a while but then it disappears. I went to the bedroom to rest in self-pity. As I sat on the bed I noticed the light pouring into the room. It reminded me of one my favourite Bible verses 'When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”’ John 8:12
