We think that we are in the flow, but are simply set adrift.
We think that we have found some peace, but are simply resigned to endure the doldrums.
“What use a sail, without the breeze to fill it.” I cried.
And God spoke, “With a notion comes a mighty wind.”
“Oh Lord, how can I, think of things unknown?” I begged.
God offers, “Simply think of me.”