Stress, worry, frustration...growing, choking.
I can no longer see the light.

The smell of death.
I know despair.

I struggle/fight...
All in vain.

I cry out.
Does He hear?

He must.

Jesus, Save me!
Help me!

No one hears.
I am alone.

Suddenly, I can see the light again.
He is weeding my garden, pulling the worries that threaten to choke me.

Then He waters me with His love.

He is always there even when I cannot see His light.
I must cry out, never giving up, and trust Him to come and save.

I will trust him.