Cruising along in life with beauty all around. A few minor storms rocking the boat, yet followed by calm waters and rainbows. Comfortable, relaxed, and under the impression that all in life is surmountable. That there is nothing that is unattainable if you give your absolute best and bask in the joys of life. But then unexpectedly mayhem arrives. A horrifying atrocious storm that leads you into a path of destruction. Turbulent ferocious waves slamming this way and that. Finally, a moment of tranquility. Hope slowly building, trying to salvage what survived, feeling like control has been regained when WHAM! Capsized! Confusion sets in! Caught completely off guard! Where in the world did that come from? Was there any way that I could have outmaneuvered or avoided this destructive, disastrous squall before irrevocable damage was accrued. How can I prevail and ensure that my purpose is achieved - when flooding waters are engulfing me, overwhelming me, making me feel as if passively decaying from my earthly vessel? Left considering if vanishing to my creator would be easier for my family and me. Would they not discover closure and rebound after sorrow to find life more enjoyable when not surrounded by my sick, stagnant, and dormant body? The waves continue colliding and demolishing my body's spirit and health. Ambushing me, drowning me, submerging me under raging waters. Will the storms and tortuous waves ever subside? Will I, the captain of my vessel, ever be able to survive the wreckage I'm immersed with? Or will I disappear completely, a castaway left at sea, an outcast of society? Slammed again and again. Tossed around, seasick, dizzy, and unsteady on my feet. Is it because I'm not worthy? Do I not deserve assistance? Is recovery even possible any more or is it just an illusion? An illusion that I believed to see because my hope was so immense, but not really there. Or maybe it's just too far away that the rescue from illness may be possible, to someone else, yet is too far away to be of any benefit or assistance to me and my fate. Regardless of the constant rocking from the continued waves, my weary eyes and feeble body envision my entire world. I identify the unconditional love that awaits me and awaken with an appreciation for life with my family. I'm reminded that God has a purpose that I have apparently not fulfilled yet. I vividly escape into dreams of witnessing and experiencing life's upcoming adventures with my children. I embrace my desires to hold my kids' hands and comfort them when life is hard while also looking forward to celebrating their personal accomplishments and dreams they undoubtedly will achieve. Admittedly, life is bleak and treacherous at times, but somehow we can't give up! We must continue to grasp ahold when our life seems to be falling to shambles, regardless of how vast the storm. We must keep our minds focused on the future and ones we love. We must maintain faith that God will keep us grounded. If we allow Him to, he will rescue us from despair by surrounding us with blessings, love, and support. We just can't let go! I have to remind myself that I can NEVER EVER GIVE UP! Eventually, the storms and raging waters will subside and when they do, it will be magnificent!
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