This morning as I poured my coffee, I looked out the window, and there was a leaf swinging in the wind. It wasn't attached to a tree like most leaves; instead, it was dangling by a thin piece of string. As I watched the leaf being blown about by the wind; yet being held in place by a piece of string, if you call it that, I was reminded of the times in my life I feel a little bit like that leaf. I feel like I am barely holding on, I’m being tossed to and fro by the winds of this life and at any moment it’ll all come crashing down around me. Then I was reminded that the “string" holding me is the God of the universe. He’ not just a knot at the end for me to hold; no, he’s the very string holding ME when life closes in. The very same one who has been holding the stars in place for four thousand years or more is the one holding me. If he can hold the universe in place, he can certainly hold me without a problem. So even if it seems like I’ll be blown into the middle o