I cry out to you as you sustain me in a small encasement surrounded by water, knowing that you are the first voice I hear. I cry out for you as the flood gates open and I make my way from darkness into light that leads me into a new world. I cry out to you to be nourished every few hours to satisfy my hunger, I look to you to hold my head up and seek you when I am ready to mobilize and crawl. I cry for you when I feel the anxiety of separation, I search for you room to room when I don’t see you or feel you; not quite fully understanding the words I will never leave you nor forsake you. I look to you as I stand upright and need the support to remain on my own two feet using the muscle in my limbs. I extend my hand to you so that I gain my footing and able to walk for the first time. I look to you to tell me what things are out of my natural born curiosity. I learn to do some things on my own knowing that I have only gained enough knowledge to say, “Daddy, I need help.” I look for your words to show me what things are. I jump up and down to vie for your attention, in your silence I just look at you and you always know how to help. As I grow in the years and seasons I try so hard to do it on my own but realize that I only had enough strength to push the chair to the top of the counter, but not enough strength to hop up and get what it is that I needed, so all I do is look at you and you lift me up. I come to you for your wisdom and ask you how to apply it because I realize that in all stages you are my Abba Father. The heart of a worshipper. From creation He knitted us in the womb, from birth to be born again we go back to the stages of infancy no matter what our natural age is.