I’m clinging to the Cross, fixing my eyes on Jesus. There’s no other way to live, no other way to stay afloat amid life’s currents. There’s no middle ground either: I can only be for Jesus or against Him. I was the forgetful when it should be impossible to forget the One you love. I only loved Him by lip service, but not anymore. I only looked to Him in troubled times, but not anymore. He is the air I breathe, the only grace sufficient for me, and the only joy that satisfies. I will not let go. Not anymore.