Growing up is a never-ending seesaw — the teetering between the wanting to take pause and the needing to run.

I will exalt you, Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths.

Although I doubt my redemption, He sees me as reedeemable.

I will give thanks to You, for the greatness of the way I was made brings fear. Your works are great and my soul knows it very well.

Now God, who has made us, knows what we are and that our happiness lies in Him.