Yesterday, there was a lake of water all around my house. There was enough water standing in the driveway, that it was gently lapping at the concrete sidewalk, threatening to leave me without a dry path of escape.
Paranoid person that I am, as I was out investigating why my green onions and spinach is turning yellow, I was holding on to Nathanael and thinking about how kids die in water shallower than what is standing in my yard. Gave me a strong desire to go out and put a slidebolt to lock the doors, since Elizabeth has an inconvenient habit of unlocking the doors and running outside, leaving them wide open for Nathanael to chase after her.
The waters are receding, and thankfully, I haven't had to use my Moses power to part them.