She's trying hard. Things are not getting too well. Pressures setting in. Feels caught in the storm out at the sea. Doubts have crept in. She wonders, is this really the right time? They don't understand. Neither do they. Not these, not those. Not them. Feels a little alone but she knows its not loneliness. Just want to cry. Not as strong as she'd like herself to be. Comes to the end of herself. Comes to her last. The tests just get bigger and bigger. Sometimes, she recalls of the prayers she made. Well, she got her prayers answered. Yep in the midst of the storm... Being alone does not mean loneliness. By her side always. Period. Just need Your comfort. Just need Your assurance. Just need You. That's all.