As I’ve rocked my son Luke to sleep the last few nights, there has been a major thought going through my head - soon I will not be rocking him to sleep, and how much I will miss that. Every night for the last year and half I have rocked him to sleep. The crazy thing is that I contemplate life for hours as he sleeps in my arms. I have thought about the impact of his cerebral palsy, making the toughest ministry decision I have ever made, changing roles in my job, losing weight, doing a triathlon, running a marathon, and ultimately starting a church. The thought in the midst of all the changes in my life was just as I hold Luke in my arms and he rests, I should be resting in the presence of the Father even though I am terrified of what may happen. There were so many times that I would waiver in my faith, and it was during those moments of rocking him to sleep that I would be restored to continue to fight and believe that God still has His hand on me. The chair that I have rocked him to sleep in so many times will forever be a special place to me because it was a place that God gave me courage to change.