I feel the waters of insecurities and despair wash over me, too. It's not that I don't. And this flood threatens to pull me under with its biting grip, it threatens to pierce through my soul and dye me with its darkness.
But I think. No matter how tempted I am to look at the swirling nothingness, I will look to You and see Your light cutting through the sea. And I will feel Your arm pulling me out up into the air.
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