I let go of your hand and let the torrent of life take me along. I figured we’d meet again somewhere downstream, right?
I let go, and you kept on calling. Running after me. I told myself it was ok… so long as I could see you, so long as I felt you near me… So long as I did good works for others and for the church… So long as I heard you inside my mind I knew I was anchored and I could return.
Just today, I need to do this.
Sorry, I don’t have time to pray.
Oh no! I will be late for work, I guess no devotional time.
I was wrong. I want to go back. Take me home, because I’m terrified of what I’m becoming. I know you’re there, and you’re still reaching out for me. But now I’m too weak to even go halfway. I can’t. I’m trying to raise my hand… But I can’t.
Please…. save me