My hands reached out to grab the wire fence. It was too late. I collapsed into the soft dirt exhausted, feverish, and unable to think clearly. The fence was only a few feet away, so I crawled to it, ignoring the mud seeping into my jeans. I leaned against the fence, let it tilt under my weight, and rested my weary body. Where I am weak, He is strong. Strength is my weakness. Ten minutes went by...
