I have been feeling weak and vulnerable.  In need, but not needy.  Waiting.  Wanting to be a giver of life and grace.  Needing life and grace.  Time slows down when there is no illusion of control.  Moments connect in a series of “next things” and the cycle of breathing in and out gives a rhythm and a comfort in the wait.  My expectation is from Him.  May my dependence be a song of praise; my faith the tongue by which I taste and see.