Is Your Boat Sinking?
Thunder cracked in the middle of the night. But it wasn’t the storm that woke me. I heard a faint cry coming from the bedrooms. I rolled out of bed. Inside the dark room, I heard another whimper and picked up the child. The little one was half awake and drenched in sweat. I calmed the sleepy toddler with gentle rocking motions. Pacing the floor in the dark. The storm outside passed overhead and sleep returned. The storms of life…