The light at the end of the tunnel

In the past I would have thought this a perfectly fine metaphor....even up until very recently.  But now, it has worn out its welcome for me. 

You would think this would be perfect for our current situation here with Isaac: a prolonged dark, difficult period that will eventually end. But it's not that simple. 

For example, driving to and from Norfolk there are two tunnels you must pass through. So, seeing 'the light at the end of the tunnel' is just temporary. After the Monitor-Merrimack Memorial Bridge Tunnel (which by the way has an ENTIRELY too long name), there is yet another tunnel to pass through- the Midtown tunnel which ends very near the hospital.  And of course, on the return trip the same is true - in reverse order. 

This has been a multi-tunnel experience and will continue to be. And sometimes even exiting a tunnel doesn't bring sunshine. There are dark and rainy days. 

Maybe one day I'll be able to look back at this as one long tunnel that I no longer travel through, but for now I have to be content with sections of sunshine along the way. 

“You, Lord, are my lamp; the Lord turns my darkness into light.”

2 Samuel 22:29 NIV