The Tunnel

There is a light at the end of every tunnel. Even when you can’t see it and the darkness feels like it’s going to consume you whole, down to its depths, lost forever into its pits of sorrow and pain – the light remains. It waits. It beckons.

Sometimes you may feel like you’re powerless to the darkness – that without the presence of the light, you are stuck, motionless and wandering without direction.

Don’t believe that.

You are full of power and strength and perseverance.

You use your power to trust with your whole being that the light will return – that faith in its existence is enough to lead you in its direction. You use your strength to allow hope to burn so brightly in your heart that you can almost sense it shining out from within you, carving a path through the abyss. You use your perseverance to lift your tired feet and carry you forward, step by blind, questioning step.

And one day, when your eyes and your heart have adapted to surviving the black of the tunnel and when your feet have grown weary of their momentum, it will appear – a tiny glimmer, an almost imperceptible speck, that your mind will scarcely allow you to believe is the vision of truth that is, but one that your soul will reach for and pull you towards with renewed vitality.

The closer you get to the glimmer, the more it grows. Your eyes adjust. Your heart opens. You start allowing yourself to accept that your faith, your hope, your one step and then another and then another will finally bring you home.

The light embraces you. It has been beckoning. It has been waiting. And you will have found it again.

XO – Bailee

July 7, 2026