i imagined myself in the water... drowning and struggling to live... to go towards the rock that seemed so far away. 'Jesus is my Rock,' i say to myself.

this is when i can do nothing but place my hope in the God who has never let me go. just when i realize that i have no strength of my own to depend on and the rush of water through my nose and mouth seems too much for me to endure, God provides a log on which i can rest and restore enough oxygen to swim on towards my goal.

i am struck by how immaterial my life is compared to the rest of the world. in fact, i am only one among the billions of people on earth. but i have given this life to God; i am not my own, but i am God's. and i am in complete awe of my loving God who tells me that i make the world of a difference to Him.