Time with You.  Spent in quiet.  Moments where troubles, thoughts, complications surrender to relationship in peace.  Questions asked, prayers extended, worship offered and blessings granted.  What of this thing, this kinship, permission to approach the King of the Universe as if we have known each other since birth?  How does this permeate my expression, my character, my resolve and determination?  Could even the greatest brigand, thief or deceiver convince you that your Father has disowned you?  Especially, when His written decree is there for you to gaze upon, know and remember.  Father, You are what this life has always been about.  Forgive for the moments when circumstances have convinced me otherwise or grabbed my attention, for a moment taking my gaze from concentration upon You.

What more precious than this time?  Time to be washed of worry.  A period of light which no darkness may dispel, nor effect.  The warmth of redemption and sanctification, being sharpened for battle, leading to everlasting peace among nations.  A King, worthy of every breath.  When foolishness is resolved, leaving its nonsensical mockery forever silenced.  The day when we need never worry for the well being of children.  For it shall come, just as the peace washes over each of us in prayer and time spent in presence of the King.