“Just where are you?” he asked. “I’m lost and not found,” she said, “No matter how hard I try.” She looked down at her feet, feeling like it was a hopeless cause.
Suddenly, he bent down and said, “I’ll show you where it is.” “No,” she protested. “You don’t know what I’m like when I get found.” But before she could say anything else, he took her hand in his own large one.
And together they stepped off into the dark night with no worries at all about being lost or not found again because now they were heading home. The darkness didn’t scare them as much anymore because they had each other to light their way through any rough patches that might come up on the journey ahead of them both.
He was always there for her even if she thought him gone forever more than once during those times when days turned blurry.