I keep trying to do and to be more and more.
But I feel like I’m sinking, deeper and deeper.
I reach for something else, holding on for dear life, hoping it will be the thing to keep me afloat, to lift me out of this mire.
Yet its weight only pulls me deeper.
But then I see it. His hand. Outstretched and ready.
He’s been waiting.
All I have to do is open my hand. Let go of all in my grasp. And grasp His hand.