I reach, but my fingers are just short. I try, but I am just not enough. It is scary to want something, yet fall just in front of it. To watch it disappear right in front of your eyes. It is painful. It is taunting. How can it be such a perfect fit, yet such a wrong choice?
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways. declares the Lord."
And in this I rest. And in this I hope. And to this I cling.