To You
You, who are ever online, and have ever reached out, help me to draw near and ever connect to the ever living stream that You are. I have groped for sunshine amidst every season of change; but have found growth only when I have stood facing You. I can raise a storm in the tea cup of my life, but You hold me still in the hollow of Your Hand. I have easily been distracted by the colors of the fair, but it is You who've held my hand, and kept leading me on. For I am persuaded, that neither death nor life... nor things present or things to come... nor height nor depth... not even my stubborness and my waywardness, or the changes in my moods and attitudes, or the changes in my life and fortune, not anything, ever, ever, shall be able to separate me from Your love. For You have engraved my name, on Your eternal palms. And You have picked me up, when I lost my mother's breast. Only, You built me back when all I was, was...