In those who know Him there is a quiet, restful strength which speaks of great depth of life. T. Austin-Sparks, On Knowing the Lord, 1930 The summer of 2009, I’d gone to Houston to help Dad bolster Mom’s nutrient intake. She’d been suffering from Alzheimer’s disease and wasn’t eating enough. One afternoon, while prodding her with a spoon to her pinched lips -this disturbed, unfamiliar character who’d inhabited Mom’s body- she’d become glassy eyed and distant. “I’m tired,” she