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, Iām being tossed to and fro by the winds of this life and at any moment itāll all come crashing down around me. Then I was reminded that the āstring" holding me is the God of the universe. Heā not just a knot at the end for me to hold; no, heās 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 Iāll b...