This is a stock photo I stumbled upon a while ago. I don't know where it originates or to whom I should give credit. You can find it all over the internet, just google "helplessness." Generic though this image is, I find it to be a remarkably fitting picture of how I sometimes feel, a feeling that isn't explained adequately in words. It's a feeling that encompasses being trapped, the threat of suffocation, complete powerlessness, and the knowledge that people and corporations and whatever-else-have-you are out to get you and that you are at their mercy like this fish is at the mercy of whatever jerk is holding the stick pin.
It's a commercialized stock photo for a reason: we can all relate to this poor fish. But don't despair. Even if our bags run completely out of water--and they sometimes will--we have heaven, the love of God, won for us: secure, peaceful, and worry free because there is one "fish" who chose to be in that bag until it ran dry even though He could have chosen to do otherwise. Thanks be to God.
"We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair;
persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed."