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.