It is a race right now. To get something posted before the laptop is tapped out. Still powerless in the world's way, but full of the power of the Holy Ghost. Yep, tough times = Holy Ghost instead of writing Holy Spirit. We are doing well. God's A/C has been awesome. I enjoyed a slow start to they day and it felt so familiar. Then I remembered why, this was the way my days would begin at my Grandma Brownlow's house in the summer. Wake up, grab my book, read and then fall back to sleep. Even the fragrance of the air reminded me of summers long, long ago.

Think I pushed it too hard the past few days. You know how it is, you feel sooo good. So today I slept and rested a whole bunch. I finished a great book, Whispers of the Bayou. It is Christian fiction, which seems like an oxymoron to me, but it wasn't contrived or preachy. Great story! It really held my interest the past few days.

Roy went back to work yesterday. He brings ice home every night and tonight a hamburger for me. While we were out and about last night, we stopped at Panera Bread. Only way to know a hurricane has been this way, lots more girls in baseball caps and pony tails. Heard the Play Grocery store is up and running again.

We are so thankful and grateful to God's for provision and His goodness.