Though I stomp and whine and moan for my own idea of completion, I see that You have already made me whole. And so I praise you for the body that sustains me and the spirit that fills me, for the friends that support me and the family that guides me, for the work that challenges me and the play that thrills me, for the knowledge that grounds me and the faith that centers me. You infuse my life with Your spirit. Thank You for the kind of completion only Your hands can design.