I remember when i was a kid, attending a Missionettes (a Christian girls' scouts kinda programme) camp. We were blindfolded one night and brought round the area. Every ray of light hit, creating obscure silhouettes. The leader's didn't hold our hands. They told us instructions and we simply followed. Once they called out "Big drain in front...stretch your legs wide to cross over!!!". Gosh....i was too young to think it was just a teaser....did i stretch for my life not to fall into that drain! It was super frightening.

This memory flooded back when i saw a blind man at the MRT station today. I was heading out of the control station..among the thronging crowd, and this elderly blind man was walking in the opposite direction. Walking stick in his left hand, he was feeling his way round with his right arm, constantly but confidently saying sorry, probably cos he was accidently knocking into people. A kind passerby went to his aid. As i was whizzing them, the blind man accidently touched my shoulder and said sorry in my direction. I smiled (only to realize how unhelpful that was to a blind man and knocked myself in the head for it). But i had an instant admiration for that man.

He can't see the world round him, much less his next step right infront of him. It must be terrifying. But what courage he has!

Alot of days, like today, the path infront of me is shrouded in utter darkness. Like i'm groping round for answers. I can't for the life of me make out the step infront of me. But unlike this blind man, i don't even try. I'm afraid of an unimaginable pit, trip or slip. Failure, saying "oops, sorry" and going on is an inconceivable negative in my mind.

Have you ever felt like this. I don't have a tidy little solution or suggestion for this. But Psalms 23:4 beautifully comforts me...check it out (http://www.biblegateway.com/) and tell me what you think.