Getting lost at night in the dark with a phone that is about to die has a way of stirring up my imagination in the same way a dark room caused me to see mean creatures as I went to sleep as a little girl.

It's amazing how those fears from so long ago never fully retreated as I advanced in years. They still have a way of finding me when my guard is down and my circumstances are out of control.

Hmmmm....

Psalm 91