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As I've been taking care of my little nephew and daughter this week, I'm reminded of our basic human nature. It's easy to spot in little ones. My nephew who is 13 months old, cries, screams even, for help at the drop of a hat. My almost 4-year-old, on the other hand, has learned a lot of self-reliance, which is wonderful, but frustrating. I suppose the striving helps her understand when to persevere and when to rely on help. Same here. Sometimes I just wish I could go back to my nephew's way of utter reliance - crying out because I'm certain my caretaker is there to help me. My little nephew just learned how to say, "up" when he wants to be held. Do we know how to say this?

This short poem today comes from the weary heart we all have sometimes, longing for our Savior's return. But I hope we make this cry a way of living every day, finding rest even as we're working, overcoming frustration and despair with hope! 

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Wrap us in your round arms.

Nest us in the palm of your sky.

Bundle the smallest of us in your heart.

Scoop us up beneath your wings and fly.

Let me live forever in your sanctuary, safe beneath the shelter of your wings!
Psalm 61:4

Come back to the place of safety,
    all you prisoners who still have hope!
I promise this very day
    that I will repay two blessings for each of your troubles.
Zechariah 9:12