Lately my life has been a hundred days of tragedy broken up by moments of clarity where I know I'm being held. I sob for ages, just begging for Him to not let me go because i can almost FEEL His arms wrapping around me. He doesn't let me go, but a few moments pass and I can't feel His arms around me anymore. I know that they're there, but it's getting harder to have faith. I'm holding on to it with whitening knuckles, just praying that it won't slip away.