Hold Back the River

My feet were planted firmly, my arms pressed tightly against the blue wall. It seeped through the cracks of my hands. A slight tension in my lower back ached accompanying the beads of sweat pooling with the escaped liquid.

The river seethed, tore, and griped at my stance. It flaunted its power, looked down upon my small quivering frame, and told me if I guessed its name, the flow would stop and my worries would vanish.

I thought about my life and the pressures I had been withholding the release of. The battles I had been fighting, the emotions pent up inside, and the fears I had been suppressing, had all came to mind in the pinpointing of the name. I took careful consideration of each possibility. Temptation, because there seems to be a never ending trickle. No, that wasn't it. I thought harder. Fears, because I couldn't see what was around the next bend in the river. No, not it either. I couldn't come up with anything else. Maybe it was something obvious? Doubt, what I was feeling because I didn't think I could withstand much longer.

All my guesses were wrong. I could no longer hold back the river. The surge of a mighty wave suddenly washed over me, no longer could I withstand the pressure. I slipped mercilessly under the water, sinking in the depths.

My thoughts were fuzzy as the air escaped my lungs, I guess there are just things I can't... suddenly it came to me.

Control.

If there is something in your life that you are fighting against that you can't control, STOP IT. Focus on what you CAN control and change that.