Holy God, when I am holding on by a thread, buffeted by gale winds, anxious and overwhelmed, teach me to praise the thread. Show me the thread is your gift, a connection of love and hope, delicate as your tender mercy, strong as your unquenchable grace. In the thread, may I know I am still with you. And once I have learned to praise, teach me to weave in and out with the people you surround me with until all the disparate threads that connect us to you twine together into cords of your love, ropes to rescue us, nets to hold us safe. Threads of connection, to weave the fabric of a new world. But for now, while I hang here, all I ask is that you help me learn to praise the thread. Amen.