As I stand before an overwhelming amount of dirty, disgusting, week old dishes the sink represents the mess of my life. The water appearing so dark and murky on the silver and glassware all jumbled into a debauchery of madness. My thoughts overtake me much like an unarmed pacifist in a World War. Depression shoots through my weak trembling body. I am cornered in this state and I freeze. Time begins to screech to a halt. As a matter of fact right now time is nonexistent. Focused on this feeling and my depressive thoughts that pound so deep into my mind, I fall to my knees. My hands follow as they outstretch in front of me. I pour out my heart to the giver of life and love. My prayers are received by my father and I recognize His power as His wings cover me. Tears streaming down my cheeks and crashing to the floor, I feel relief. His grace covers me and all I had to do was speak His name. The tears continue to freely flow from my warm brown eyes. I give thanks to my father in heaven who knows me inside and out and still loves me. He accepts me. When I lay down my life and have nothing left. I have everything I need. It is in moments like these I am complete, my cup is overflowed, and the Holy Spirit and almighty fire of God is burning so beautiful, so bright, so strong inside of my weak not-so-worthy earthly body. I cannot fathom my future or where I may end up, but I dare not worry. If I fall, I have someone to carry me through this battlefield and sacrifice Himself in honor of me. Amen.