All day I was filled with melancholy, or maybe a genuine grief. Friends around us letting go of the dream of having another baby. Marriages and families falling apart before our eyes. Some close to us wrestling with demons but not able to hear the Truth. And under our our own roof it feels strife has gained a foothold in his little heart. What is there to do but the Next Thing. Pack the lunches. Clean the laundry. Wipe the table. And pray?