“It began raining harder and my thoughts drifted towards the waterfall from the night before. I wondered if the water might work itself into a frenzy around me and drag me down the cliff with it. Flash floods were common in this type of landscape; they came every time it rained. It kept coming down, harder and harder. I cozied up closer to the frigid rock and buried myself deeper in my tank top. By this point, the rain was building into streams and flowing off the rocks around me. I sat there in the fetal position, wondering if the rain was going to sweep me from my feeble perch and down into the dark abyss.” AbyssCliffRainingWaterfallSweepDrifted Book:Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose