We held hands through the slats.
“I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your right hand upholds me” (Psalm 62:6-8).
Last night Dallas saw a storm. We lost power at bedtime, scaring Henlee and taking away AC.
So many decisions to make at once. Where and how will we sleep? Does the noise machine have batteries? Should we keep our shoes on? Are we safe?
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