This morning, we had a 6.4 earthquake. It was centered about 44 miles ENE from where we live. And still live. I am happy to report that other than giving us a little scare, we are indeed fine and so are our church people. I had the great misfortune to be in the shower when it started. And all I could think was, "Oh Jesus, please don't let this be a big one. I don't want to be pulled from the rubble with no clothes on." I have faith that if I die, I will go to heaven, but I don't want to leave that kind of story behind. (No pun intended.)
Later, I ask Ethan if he was scared during the earthquake. He calmly replied that he wasn't because he knew that Jesus would take care of him. It is moments like these that I get a glimmer of hope that all the lesson and Sunday School is getting through.
Cute Dresses on Amazon
1 day ago