Dear God,
The S.S. My Life hit an iceberg of uncertainty and now I'm drowning in doubt. (Cold, dark doubt.)
I think to myself, I'm a fish out of water, but that doesn't make any sense, because I'm drowning. Or maybe I'm not. It's hard to tell which end is up when you believe that you're sinking like a rock.
So would I recognize the life preserver if it hit me in the head?
Or would I be too consumed with flailing and gasping to have the presence of mind to reach for it?
Uh-oh, I think I see the sharks starting to circle.
God, please send me a life preserver.
And be certain that it hits me in the head.
Amen.
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