Day 2

I have surfaced from the quicksand. As I gasp for air I notice a white figure helping me get out of this mess. My head is out, but I am in danger of falling in again. I must stop moving and trust in the white figure, trust that He will get me out. STOP MOVING! It's hard when faced with your own mortality not to do anything about it, but I must trust that He will help me. Fresh air feels good. The pit from which I came from was filled with hellish demons that made me believe they were my friends. They tried to inspire me to stay, but I read their eyes. The red sparkle omitting from their pupil gave their evil plot away. They wanted me to stay so that they can consume my soul, so that my soul would never see the light of day, but I saw the light above. I took a chance and He pulled me from the depth of the earth. I am breathing fresh air again. My head is soiled with mud dripping from my forehead. My body is still stuck in the quicksand. STOP MOVING! I feel optimistic I will get out, that He will help me. The sky above opens up and a hail of rain pours over my head. Thunderous noises and flashes of light surround my head. I am momentarily blinded, and loose track of Him. I panic and... STOP MOVING! I stop and let go. I loose all hope that I will ever get out of this pit. I slowly begin to sink again, down to the pit in which I came from. I feel my feet being clawed and pulled down further. As my eyes begin to be coverd with mud, I see Him again. He is back and this time He wont let go. I am now in a vicious tug and pull. It is between good and evil that nothing gets done. A stalemate that soon gets broken by a loud thunderous voice. The claws at my feet are no more, and I begin to surface once again. Let's hope this time I get out.