Hop in. . . we'll sink together

Every now and then I find myself paddling my boat upstream against a raging current and the falls are getting closer and closer behind me. It could be any number of things; it's not even important to list them. I keep seeing pictures of myself in a mad fury trying to get that very last stroke in before the doom.

There is only one thing that brings comfort in these times; others are busy with their boats too and some have already crashed. I know it sounds horrible. The saying goes “misery loves company”. It’s not so much that I enjoy seeing others suffering so. . . but I get comfort in knowing it’s not just me; I’m not weird.

Disclaimer: I am weird. I’m just not that weird.

Sleep has been an unfamiliar friend lately. Somehow, one way or another, the kids seem to wake me at least once every night. I’m a light sleeper and if I do “wake” up, I’m up. . . way up for hours. Then I hear from someone in another country that has the same problem (more or less).

It’s also very comforting that I have a belief in God that lets me know that He knows. He knows the number of hairs on my receding hairline, He knows past present and future. He is concerned with the hopping of a sparrow. He may not always push the boat, but he controls water and gives quiet little eddies now and then so I can catch my breath.

So, if you find yourself ”up a crick”. . . hop in with me. We’ll either paddle our way out or go down the falls, but we are (probably) in this together.

For now. . .