The struggle to remain connected is a familiar battle. At these times, I feel as if I am an alien visitor to this planet. Despair clouds my vision and I find myself in a swampy land. My feet are covered with muck and with every step I hear, "SLOOP," as my feet squish through the mud. My forward motion is stymied by the dirty water. Peering through the fog and keeping my eye on the dim light before, me I hope that my next step finds dry land.
I wonder, "Will I survive today? Can I find my footing?"
Then, I feel tender arms surround me and I am lifted up. The light is blinding, I close my eyes. Feeling the gentle carpet of grass under my feet, I open my eyes. Looking around, I see that You have, once again, saved me from myself. I am back in the Garden.
I hope you can feel the hands of those next to you too!
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