right now i am a turtle. my shell is weak but it is growing. pulling my legs and arms up inside i attempted to sleep last night but merely passed the time with my eyes closed. sometimes peeking, always hoping. today my shell bumps into door frames as i pass quietly from room to room. eyes open and still peeking, but also getting ready for the day i must pull everything up inside and wait for the storm to pass. i am slow but not steady. my faith resting upon this shallow shell.