A week, it passes by all too quickly when you spend it in a tropical place, when you are caught in a habitual net, or when you perceive it through your rear view mirror. When looking into the future, a week can seem like a lifetime-- seven days and never ending. When there are only a few of them between you and something you desire, they feel like an eternity, and immeasurable expanse of time. It's like running on a treadmill expecting to get somewhere; like swimming in the middle of the ocean.
I feel helpless, my head barely above the water. About to drown despite my efforts to fight the depths that drag me downward. Boats pass offering a false sense of hope. I cry out desperately, but they can't fulfill my deepest desires and leave me feeling even more vulnerable than I did before. I want to give up, I want to submit to the force against me. I can't do this alone, but my Savior walks on water.
-Kate
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