He planted his feet in the sand, crossed his arms, and stared at the sky. I know it’s coming, Lord. And it’s not going to be smooth sailing. The wind swirled around him. But You’ve prepared me. Haven’t You? All the other lessons we’ve learned; all the other obstacles – it was to get me ready for this one. He squinted his eyes and the sky grew darker. If it please You, Lord, I’d rather not weather this storm. But if it is to be, I trust You in it. The sky grew darker still and the clouds billowed thicker. Staring out over the water, there was only the gentle lapping along the shoreline. You give me calm waters at heart, Lord. Thank you. Because her cancer is anything but calm. He wriggled his feet into the sand like an anchor. But we’ve got You.