When the Savior Slept
“And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being covered with the waves; but Jesus Himself was asleep.”
“And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being covered with the waves; but Jesus Himself was asleep.”
Sometimes I get homesick for my mother in the kitchen on summer mornings, drinking her coffee and making muffins in her bathrobe. I remember the sights and sounds of those lazy mornings when I was a kid: the oven door opening and closing, the muffled chatter of talk shows on the television, that particularly peaceful way that light streams into your bedroom on a morning when you’re a kid who has no place to be.
“So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You
“So there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God.”
I constantly see posts on social media about the kind of man women ought to marry or the kind we ought to wait for or the kind we deserve. The hypothetical creatures that are described in these memes will supposedly do everything from standing in the rain with us to making us breakfast in bed to pampering us when we’ve had a rough day. They will call us “darling” and apologize even when we’re wrong and will treat us like a child when we want them to and like a grown up when we want them to. They’ll hold us when we cry and hold us when we are throwing a fit and hold us when we are being mean. They will give us money for whatever we want. They will never question us. They will rub our feet and warm our towel in the dryer during the hot bath that they drew for us. They will greet us with roses on a regular basis, and they will always, most definitely understand all the inner workings of our mind. And if they don’t, then they will acknowledge their idiocy and our brilliance.
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