Run and Hide

I open our bedroom door and walk down the hallway, dreams from the night before still rattling around in my head. I make my way through the living room. My wife is there, in her recliner, eating breakfast and reading the Bible. I kiss her forehead and offer a “Good morning,” and she replies in kind, equally sleep-deprived, equally tempted to crawl back into bed and tell life to go away until tomorrow. Continue reading “Run and Hide”