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Lean on Me...

I was listening to the...'lean on me' while chatting and scrolling through pictures on my phone when this picture caught my attention.
The picture had been there however, for more than a year and I hardly looked at it twice because, It didn't make much sense to me neither did it scream the painter's mind nor what I see right now until this moment.

So what do you see?
I think I see two little children leaning on the other person while they both leaned on their mother and the mother in turn leaned on the father and what have the father? A chair? Holding tight almost breaking but for the chain of seemingly support even though each person has his or her personal fear and worry and interest too!
That's just the physical.
All I am trying to say is, no matter how strong you are or how independent you seem to be, we all need someone to lean on.
Now, are you hurting? Pained? Betrayed? At the point of breaking and giving up? Tired of trying and scared of failure? Whatever the case or situation, you need, I need and We all need to someone to lean on and most importantly God.
He sees it all, never fails and always on time!
Do you think you can give it one more shot? Take a deep breathe. Trust in HIM. Build healthy relationships. Try again and lean on HIM.
Also, do not forget that you have humans around you for a purpose and the reason we call some people FRIENDS is because we can actually lean on them at all times or most times.
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