I cling to my Jesus, because as the world interacts with me, I begin to see the sharp contrasts of what it is to be outside of His presence. I am touching sorrow, heartache, pain, rage, anger, more so in the people I daily interact. I cannot see cool Living Streams spring out from their deeps. I see the thirst within them and watch as they reach for broken cistern. Oh My Father, what can I possibly do?! Words don't reach them, so I pray that my life in living for my Jesus will.