It's dark... so dark I can't see.
It's dark... so dark I can't see.
I hear the waves crashing all around me, and I feel the spray hit my body as I hold on. The wind is howling coming at me from so many directions trying to loosen my grip and tear me away to certain destruction.
Exhaustion creeps in making it harder to hold on. I am holding on to the anchor of faith that is sunk deep into the Rock.
So tired...
I hear the voice soft and faint,
"Just let go."
It would be so much easier to just let go... let go of life... fall into the bliss of not knowing, not caring.
NO!
I can't let go. I have to hold on. The voice is louder,
"Just let go."
Then the laugh, the horrible evil laugh that sends terror rushing through me.
NO! "Just let go." "God help me. I'm so afraid." Exhausted... too tired to hold on. "Just let go." I loosen my grip and fly backwards.
NO! Suddenly, the anchor is back in my hands as my legs wrap around it. I see two strong arms envelope me as the hands grip the anchor next to mine. The arms of the King! Peace flooding through me. Resting in His arms while the storm rages around us. When I am too weak to hold on, He will. He will never let go of His beloved child.
"Oh God, where are You", I cry. So tired... so weak... my grip is slowly weakening.
