with my health at an all-time low I feel the need to be with my Abba Daddy. I need the love,warmth,& protection. I need his help,healing,& transformation. All that my life & existence that had been,is gone…there’s nothing left. I’m like a fish stranded on the hot sand,beneath the summer sun. I can’t breathe,can barely move,falling asleep,no strength. I am surviving on toast & ice chips.