I stood up to God and cried out, “When will you handle my situation?!” He pointed to a flower and replied, “Tell me how, from a seed, did I create this design to unfold?” I bowed down before God, took back my situation, and gave Him my life.

Your wings gather me. Your feathers hide me. Your eyes look after me. Your voice guides me.

At the close of each day, I am reminded that you are the one who awakens me, the one who gets me through the day, and the one who continually keeps me in your care.

Your way might not be direct, but it always arrives at your determined place.