Not So Perfect

I have been struggling a lot lately. I'm feeling attacked on all sides. At the same time Christ has been calling to me and I have been desperately reaching out my arms to Him. I feel like I am connected to Him by just a finger's grasp while the war rages on around me. Don't let me go, sweet Jesus. I need You to hold onto me. I am small and frail, and I can't see through this chaos. My eyes desperately watch yours. I think if I look away for a even a second I will be lost.