I’ve been struggling. Struggling as the waves of the deep repetitively crashing down on me. With each pummel a deluge of emotions swells to the brim with barely a moment to catch my breath.

My cry met with silence and the search for a helping hand goes unnoticed in the dark. What seemed to be an immediate help was really just a faint ghost of the past, a mirage – unable to assist only able to sit idly by keeping me company amidst the onslaught of waves.

My only comfort is the rock, calm and unmoving. The sea continues to pull and push me against it. My grip slackens at times but holds on nonetheless. The alternative is much too frightening…

Truly my soul silently waits for God;
From Him comes my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation;
He is my defense;
I shall not be greatly moved.

Psalm 62:1-2

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