From the Home Front.

I woke up before daybreak this morning. Maybe to pray for my mother who rode out the storm. Maybe to pray for my brides and their families who live and work in Houston/Corpus Christi/Galveston. I did eventually fall back asleep. I, after all, woke up to a bright sky and still trees, thanking Him for keeping those I love safe. I fixed my morning brew and read the news. (Despite my empathy, how very far removed I am from harm...)


This morning my brew was exceptionally sweet.