i’m living in a snow globe.
my creator formed the mountains and seas in this glass bubble and placed me in it.
a layer of glitter lies at the bottom, and sometimes, He picks up my snow globe and takes it for a little whirl.
the glitter rises and as it falls i begin to think that i can’t handle it anymore.
1 am phone calls, staggered breathing, desperate pleading.
this can’t be happening.
my sensitive heart and spirit will have a hard time mending.
God, please stop shaking my snow globe.