I have always been afraid of the dark. Still am. But several years ago, I decided to step out into the unknown.
I still remember the looks on the faces of the children at the camp where I worked during the summer when I told them that I would be walking home by myself through the woods in the dark without a light. Along with a few scratches on my face from wait-a-minute vines, stubbed toes, and a bruised shin here and there from wandering off the path and into trees, I learned to know the woods on an intimate level.
The other night I was lying in my bed, thinking happy thoughts. I smiled into the darkness. No one saw it, not even me. But it was no less radiant. The fact that it could not be seen did not mean that I was not smiling.
So when I am walking in darkness, I fear no evil. I do not need a light. I see what little lights will be revealed.
Or if there are none, I let my smile light my way.