whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life;
before whom should I shrink?
I am sure I shall see the Lord's goodness
in the land of the living.
Hope in him; hold firm and take heart!
Hope in the Lord!
Ps 27 
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What if the darkness, the enemy, is not on the outside? I don't have enemies. Nobody wants to hurt me; I don't have anything to fear. Not really.
Probably this is the case for lots of us. I have been reading Henri Nouwen on spiritual formation, and have just finished a section on fear, and the sorts of things we fear. Loneliness, failure, and poverty seem to top the list. Mental illness, though, might figure in somewhere. Depression and dementia threaten us from the inside, as it were, robbing us not of possessions but of our very selves. About dementia, I know little. About depression, I know way more than I want to. I know how depression eats away at hope and cripples love.
Knowing that "I shall see the Lord's goodness in the land of the living" somehow fails to lift the darkness and gloom. As surely as I know it, and as firmly as I believe it, making the step from knowledge to hope is well nigh impossible. It is as though there is a black hole where joy and peace ought to reside, swallowing every tiny ray of light that comes near it. I can stand outside myself and see that the sun is shining, that I have everything I need, that I am loved by God and by my family. All these things ought to lift the darkness. But no: the blackness eats up all the comfort that this knowledge ought to provide.
The darkness comes from the inside and works its way out--in impatience and sullen silence, in not-caring and not-doing. I can see it seeping through the cracks, however much I would prefer to keep it to myself. I ask my soul, "why are you downcast?" and "why so disquieted within me?" I say, "Hope in God, for again I shall praise him!" I know it to be true, however little consolation it brings.
I dwell sometimes in darkness. That is just the way it is. Fortunately I have been up and down enough that at the bottom I can still just remember that it isn't always like this. For that, and for the psalms, which have been my truest companions since I was a teenager (somehow reminding me that darkness is not my only companion), I am grateful. Because of the psalms, the thought comes unbidden (or is that the Holy Spirit?): "the darkness is as light to thee."
So I wait, brooding, for the 'fiat lux' and for the dawn.