Blanket of Security.

Every day, I look for my blanket. The blanket of security. I want to see the future and I want my emotions to smile at what it sees.

My blanket is smooth on the outside, but has holes on the inside. I think to myself "Get the blanket, run and find the blanket before you take a step."

The rivers of my heart are all over the place all day long. Some times they are smooth and other times they are a wild river.

Where is that damn blanket. Why would Jesus try and take it from me? Who does he think he is? All I feel most of the time is fear and I just want a blanket.