Through the dense forest I run. I trample through the underbrush as sunlight rains through the canopy. I run swiftly. My clothes are tattered and I am scarred by the thorns as they pass by my face. I scream; a guttural, ethereal scream that resonates from the deepest part of my being. It dares not make a sound, for this anguish is unparalleled. I fall, exhausted, mercifully at the water’s edge and I weep--knowing my tears fill an ocean of grief. Finally, I have the strength to open my eyes. As I gaze at the reflection before me, I notice that I am not alone, He is there. He has always been there. Gently, I feel a hand on my shoulder and I am raised to my feet, ready to walk a new direction, guided by the hand of God.