I have had a few tough weeks this summer.  I have been under the wing of my provider and yet felt great emotional stress and heartache.  How is that possible? 
I wanted something that He was not willing to allow me to have.  Ew, hate that.  Funny how someone my age still needs a parent, his name is Abba.
We are like little ones in our high chair banging our tray with our spoon and screaming until we get that dish of tasty food that wasn't meant for us.  In case you can't picture it, I am the screaming child.
I am also the child that longs to be pulled out of the highchair after eating and held close while being rocked to sleep for an afternoon nap.  Content that someone has it all under control.
I guess you could say I am "napping" today, He has a most wonderful way of showing me the way without causing me to lose hope in the face of my distress.  Kinda awesome don't you think?
"Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.  He will call upon me, and I will answer him;I will be with him in trouble, will deliver him and honor him.With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."Psalm 91