The other night I woke up feeling restless, I scooched over to Dan in bed, and I began silently praying for a bit about the things on my heart. As I laid there on my back, tucked under his arm, the Lord decided to shift the atmosphere. I started to smell a stormy, salty sea air and the soft bed felt like damp, splintered, wood being tossed around in deep water. It reminded me of a cheap wooden raft, quickly constructed after a shipwreck. I sat up in bed to see our clothes wet and torn, to seeing a storm all around us and feeling hard drops of rain pelting my face like rocks. Instantly I was filled with fear, and an eternal trepidation as my husband laid calmly asleep right beside me. There was nothing I could do, but my mind was scrambling going a thousand miles an hour in a panic. The waves began rampantly moving us through the water as we were approaching a rock sided cliff with one small cave opening that was headed straight for us. I threw myself on my back next to Dan...