The war.

I have come to a strange spot on that old mountain plateau. I am dredging through water and weeds. Before me are others that had come to try and reach a creek to drink, but there was a war. They lost. They lie there lifeless. I have to walk over them if I am going to survive. I have to decide how that will happen. This is such a strange place. It was hidden. There is no wind. It is just damp and foggy. I can't see my way out and that is frightening....so frightening that everyone can tell. And they all prayed for me last night. And I slept. I hope today the damp doesn't chill me so much. Then I can see past this place of death, to that untouched water source that will heal.
My friend woke up this morning and sent me this:
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4.
And I know the rest...I think I will take it literally this morning.....