Swimming, struggling to keep above the waves crashing heavily into my body. I'm so weak, so tired of fighting the inevitable. My head starts to go under and I kick my burning legs faster, begging them to hold me up. My lungs fill with the salty water and I cough and sputter. Still, the water rises. I try squeezing my eyes shut, but the tears still pour out. I'm drowning in sorrow; I'm being buried in a watery grave made of my own tears. As hard as I try, they just won't stop. A huge wave pulls me under. I see the light fading as I am dragged to the bottom. The last thing I remember is Jesus wrapping his arms around me, swimming towards the light miles above my salty sorrows and promising to never let me reach the bottom again.