Many giants loom over me.
I cannot see them but I can feel them
They walk with me all of my days.
Their number grows day by day.
They place on my back burdens.
So heavy that at times I can barely walk.
I can shift the load and make it bearable for a time.
But when it shifts back the weight becomes greater.
Time and circumstance add to the swirling storm.
The storm filled with giants of fear and failure.
The storm filled with care.
All so volatile and fragile.
All paths of hope are gone.
My schemes destroyed and brought to nothing.
Every little plan I carefully laid out was brought to ruin.
I had no where else to go.
Then a glitter of hope rose to my view.
A hope that had always been and always will be.
Something or more like someone who knew my burdens more than I.
He called to me.
He called to me even though I wasn’t perfect.
Even though I had huge giants about me.
Even though I had burdens to carry.
Even though at the end of the day I couldn’t even begin to be worthy of anyone’s aid.
He called me by name.
And my weights were lightened.
My giants seemed much smaller than before.
Yes my troubles didn’t disappear in an instant but they’re getting much smaller.
As I trust God every day the problems I have will become smaller and smaller.
Then they will become more distant.
When I’m old they will release their last holds on me.
For I will be in eternity.