nothing special
nothing tragic.
Yet stress builds up:
pressure rises up like a wave
slamming against me with sudden force.
Anxiety swirls around me;
a whirlpool of the unknown.
Nerves, frayed around the edges,
threaten to completely unravel.
Just one word
one thought
one look
is all it takes
and I come undone
carried away by the tide of my emotions
into a perilous sea.
I kick and flail
fighting for control;
exhaustion takes over.
Starting to sink
I utter a prayer of frustration;
"Jesus help me
I can't go on."
Closing my eyes
I give way;
surrender my will.
Slowly, subtly, the churning sea calms
and I float with the current.
Basking in the warmth of Your radiant light
You take my hand and together we walk on the waves.
"When you pass through the water, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you." Isaiah 43:2
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