# Strings
Had an image of a hand with many fingers, each had a thread connected to a believer reaching out to the heavens in worship. And as they worshiped with arms stretched out there was a presence of security, joy, and inner peace, but when the time came for the test, when the fingers began to move, little did they know the fragility of the thread, and as they slithered squirmed for comfort, the strings broke, and all that was left was a memory of heaven on the inside of them.