I flew out to San Diego days before the kids left town for their well deserved R&R. Alongside my daughter, I learned the routine of the household so that the transition would be an easy one when the “changing of the guard” took place. My daughter posted instructions on the computer lest I forget which days I must water and when the garbage truck comes. I reviewed the written reminders. My eyes dropped down to paragraph three, “In case of an earthquake…” I peeked out the window, past the front yard into the street-- the designated safe place. The plants, homes, gardens looked lovely! But I believe in earthquakes and that all it takes for this perfect scene to come crashing down is a crack underneath the foundation where no one sees . Sometimes we Christians have cracks. Where do cracks come from? They come from broken spirits leaving us wounded. How does this happen? Wounds come to us this way: 1. We sin, ask the Lord to forgive us, but can’t ge