Mittens I knitted */*/*/*/* Father, why did you give me hands If you desire my life to Be always out of my reach? Father, why do you tell me, "Stand! I have much for you to do." If only to flood my beach. Father, they say home is where the heart is. But my heart is everywhere ... or nowhere. Father, they say this world is not my home. But would you give Eden to a foreigner? I don't wish to follow my heart. Yet I do wish to find it. Father, I yearn to find home. If I may not control my part Or place in life, so be it. Take my hands, but give me Shalom. */*/*/*/* Some things I've learned this last month: >It's possibly to be rejoicing over one thing and grieving over another at once >Peace can strengthen your days and stress can rule your nights, and sometimes the two can intermingle >One can be angry and grateful in the same momen...