I've been unbelievably busy lately, and my mind is pulling too many ways. I start to focus on a particular joy, issue, problem, prayer, and am pulled right back in another direction. Yo-yoing.
***and I wrote that yesterday. See what I mean? Couldn't even get through a paragraph.
This morning, about 6am, Fred grabs me and shakes me. Tornado siren was going off, and my mind had just incorporated it right into my dreams. So glad he was home this morning, and not on the road coming back from work. We waited it out in the hallway, watching the news from there. There were three homes and a fire dept hit in a nearby town. A little tiny town that doesn't even have a siren. Hoping and praying that no one was hurt...
That's all I have right now. Too early, too sleep-deprived, and I'm writing pre-Coffee.