Losing

Sometimes in life it feels like i lose everything. I wonder at times if the loss I feel is really the things I should have never held onto in the very first place. As if it is another garment that is stinking and filthy but its comfortable. I know this garment and I hold onto as if my very existence depends on it. God slowly uncurls my fingers one by one giving me time to get used to it. Until the time I have no hold on it BUT it still has a hold on me. Then gently but swiftly he takes that garment off of me. I feel naked. I fell empty. I feel without. But the whole time he is there beside me. Speaking to me. Waiting for me to listen. Waiting for me to cry with the pain of my loss. Sometimes I swiftly take it back not being able to bare to not be with my sin. Such a human I am. God is ever watchful and ever caring because even in the depths of my despair. Even in my lowest of lows hes still there just waiting and speaking to me. Brushing my tears away and loving me all the same. He is God.