The seas are swelling in the storm. I am overcome by the waves and I flail frantically. I fight the currents and I am exhausted. I am drowning.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a faint light. There is a break in the storm but I don’t know how to get there and I have no more energy to struggle.
There are only two choices now. I can continue to kick until I sink below the water or I can trust the current and float.
Trust becomes faith when I stop fighting where I am.