tired but still treading

I think I am stuck in the almost - stuck in thinking things are fine until one little thing hits and the floodgates break. I have experienced joy as well as hurt, and strangely enough the hurt can be just as fulfilling as the joy. It helps me understand my need. It's being so weak, so useless, that all I can do is cry out for rescue. My heart is drowning at sea and weak from treading water. The waves and blinding rain continue to come, and I ache. Yet, in that exhaustion, I know help is on the way. I trust that, despite not being able to see above the tumult, I am not alone. I don't understand why I am still in that water, but I know that thrashing about will not help. Instead, I will decide to continue treading water, never giving up but instead keeping my mind set on that rescue.

Psalm 56.8-9 "You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are the not in your book?... This I know, that God is for me."