First, go read this post, written by one of my elders.
See, that’s the kind of story that I usually tell. Take an event from life, talk about its spiritual impact, a little bit of insight…good stuff.
This is not one of those blog posts.
I’m awakened around 4:40 a.m. by my daughter knocking on the door. “Daddy, my bed is shaking.”
I’m groggy and not thinking clearly. I stagger out of my room and look at her.
“My fan was shaking, too.”
I check her bed. It’s still in good shape. Not falling apart or anything. I shrug. “Maybe you were dreaming.”
This is somewhat offensive to her. She was having a better dream and isn’t happy about having it interrupted.
I return to my room and collapse into bed. I look at the clock and sigh. I hope that I’ll be able to get back to slee……