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Writing Byte #7: Our Pit and Our Hope

We often describe this life as “fine,” “good,” and “same old same old,” when the truth is, it’s not.
Often, we’re drowning in a sea of change, loss, hurt, confusion and loneliness. 
Sometimes we’ve fallen so deep into a pit that we don’t see a way out.

A rope was thrown down after us, our only hope, but often it seems no hope at all.
It is slippery, and we can feel it slip through our fingers no matter how tight we hold on.
We can barely keep hold of it, and salvation seems impossible.

We are so deep underground we can’t even see the light of the opening above our heads.
We’re weighted down by mud and dirt, and long for enough oxygen to really breath.
We may begin to panic, or give up all together.

But still, we manage to keep hold of that rope, the only way out.
Maybe, it will eventually become dry enough to climb, or someone might even pull us up.
Because if we let go of the rope, our hope, then we will never get out of the pit.


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