Sometimes the world seems like it moves so fast. How can I possibly keep up?
The need to be in control, to hold onto things, to make sure that nothing slips out of the fist that I use to hold my life together with.
Little do I realize, that my own pride has seized me in it's death grip, and I can only struggle so much before I start to suffocate.
Where is God in this?
Sometimes, I wish I could take a break, pause time, or even just rest on the hope that tomorrow will come later than it usually does. But that is where God truly is found. He is my Break, my Refreshing, He is the pause that makes the prospect of tomorrow bearable.
He is my release, my freedom from the stiffened hand of pride.
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