The Hebrew midwives stood outside the large ornate doors. They scarcely turned to look at one another. They had been summoned for an audience with Pharaoh. He had ordered them to oversee the deaths of each Hebrew male born to the daughters of Israel.
And when he had finished giving thanks to God with burnt offerings, Noah and his wife and his sons and their wives set about searching the land. The earth had been cleansed of violence and bloodshed, just as The Lord had said. He commanded them to go forth and populate the earth, but the earth had changed.
Last night, as I lay down to go to sleep, my wife asked me what I was thinking about turning 31. I told her what I said when I turned 30. It's something I've said a few times throughout this year.