On Tuesday, I watched the sun set and on Wednesday morning, I saw it come back up again. It all runs together, the dark and the light and the rush and the steady. Life carries us along with the current and sometimes we lay back on our floats and drag limp hands through the cool, rush of water. But other times we flail and grasp for the banks digging our tiny fingers into dirt and rock, looking to hold onto something. Or Someone. May you see the hand that reaches strong into that current and may your tiny faith be the strength you need to reach up and grab hold, even as the water rushes out around you.