And who took charge of the ocean
    when it gushed forth like a baby from the womb?
That was me! I wrapped it in soft clouds,
    and tucked it in safely at night.
Then I made a playpen for it,
    a strong playpen so it couldn’t run loose,
And said, ‘Stay here, this is your place.
    Your wild tantrums are confined to this place.’
Job 38:8-11, The Message

Happy weekend, friends. May your souls find rest in the One whom wind and waves obey. Quietly linking with Sandra and Deidra: