The Pond Called Life.

I am nothing but a small, scarred fish in the pond called life. I have been caught and reeled in by a great and mighty fisherman named God. I struggle when I get close to Him because it get's hard. I face more challenges and it gets difficult to breathe. So I try and let the line out a bit because I tell myself that I can do it on my own, and I can go back to the last time I felt truly and completely good. But, He still has a hold of me. Even as I push myself away from Him, and deny and disappoint Him, He still has me in His hands. As I struggle, as I hurt, at it gets harder to breathe, He still has a hold of me and has promised to never let go.