I’m no Peter but I am walking on water. Some days I’m afloat and other days I am drowning. Taking it a day at a time is a stretch that I cannot reach out for so I take it hour by hour. I need to find my point of focus, but the sky is foggy from my tears coming down like a downpour. My vision is misty but I can just about make out the man far ahead of me beckoning me to come. So close and yet so far. A battle of the mind. Tug of war between my faith and my reality. I am sinking. Faith 0....