My heart longs for its Maker, the One its adores.  His presence has waned and His absence is poignant, and I sink to my knees.  I am sorry, Papa.  You love me and you let me walk away.  I am so sorry.  Papa, today I want to see You, to hear You, to keep in step with the rhythms of your grace.  Prompt me, prod me, and interrupt me this day, that I might know more of You.  And that, in some small way, You might be amazed at me.