My prayer was freedom from what bothered me.

“Please take it from me, Lord” I prayed.

In my mind were the words, “You don’t really want to give it up.”

“I do, Lord” I prayed.

My mind’s eye saw me submerged below a shipwreck in the water.
In my one hand I held onto an emergency life raft that would fill
with air when deployed and take me up to the surface where I
could breathe, but in my other hand I held onto a dead body
that prevented me from rising.

Profoundly, the words in my mind were, “Let go and save yourself.”

Sometimes I say I want freedom from what bothers me but, actually, for whatever reason I want to hang on. Letting go lets me become my higher self. Which do I want, more of the same or rising?