Lack of oxygen to my brain. I'm GRASPING for air.
Emotions running wild. Still I'm GRASPING.
What is my ultimate goal? To have peace. God provides that peace for me. When I'm knocked down and struggling, I can usually relate everything to not having my quiet time, my alone time, my peaceful time with my Daddy. He's my EVERYTHING. I'm GRASPING onto his words of comfort. I'm GRASPING onto his words of hope. I'm GRASPING with all my strength. His word and his timing never fails me. He GRASPS my heart, ever so gently and pours his love on me. He's GRASPING onto me just as much and even more onto me than I am to him. He doesn't want to let me go. He loves me so much that it pains me because I don't deserve it. I thank him for his loving grace and mercy. I will continue to GRASP onto him, even when I don't think I can. Thank you God for never letting go.