Swept out

Almost midnight here, and it feels like the surly sea has swarmed my sleep to make me swim for something: a softer bed, a son w/o anxiety, a sweeter sunrise. In the morning, three of us will arise and meet early across town. Too darn early. God, will you meet us there and see that we mean business together in order to swim and return and cope and sleep and see a peace? I just pray to You that 'quiet lives of desperation' will become unglued with applied discipleship, with trust. Please rudder the three of us.