I'm beginning to realize that I've never felt really alone. As comforting as God's presence should be, His promise of constant companionship has often felt annoying. I have taken physical comfort for granted so what then have I done with the presence of the Comforter? In disobedience, His grip becomes as uncomfortable as a father clinging to the child who is in danger of falling into a canyon. I cry from the depth of my soul, "Please don't let go." even as I feel the foolishness of my inability to walk with confidence. Many or our scars are not only the wounds of a cold world and cruel enemy, but also the furious grip of a Savior who refuses to let us be destroyed by them.