I lay my book down on the pillow beside me. Putting my head in my hands, I again brought the questions of the heart to my Father. I had so many questions. I picked up my guitar and played until my fingers began to hurt. Words felt so useless in these moments. An inner conflict was raging within. Trying to understand things logically, but needing to trust no matter.
I began to think about the seas. I had walked on beaches in different parts of the world but they all had one constant, the waves came in steady fashion…