Sometimes it feels like we are the single pebble on the beach. No one but us. Nothing but the sand, the water, and the air around us. We feel ourselves contained within a space and a time; our actions our own.

Today I had to think of this. I had to think of how the death of a brother by sucicide; the very act itself created a shock and how the waves of this shock are rippling through each of our lives. We are not contained. We are a part of something that is bigger than ourselves. We are responsible for what and how we make our decisions, but to ignore what lead us to them is folly. It is ignoring the bigger truth. What made us a pebble, and were we not a larger rock at one time?

The bigger truth is outside of ourselves, and it is yet, within us. We must simply find it, acknowledge it, test it to see if it is true, and rest with what is in the end.

I am there. I am the strength when you do not think you have it. Take from me. Rest with me. Climb with me; no one summits Everest alone.