In December 2020, I found out that I had a brain tumor; less than a week later I was in the hospital getting it removed. The doctors said: “Once the pressure is relieved, your vision should resolve itself within six months.” But it did not resolve itself. It’s been a year, and I am blind.

When I could see, I was big on trail-running, and often when I was running full speed down steep hills, Psalm 121 would pop into my head: “He will not allow your foot to stumble.”

When I was diagnosed, that’s the one I thought of.