The Old Man Was Snoring...

…in Texas. And, no. Not My Old Man/Sweet Hubby. Not Teddy Buddy Boo Bear, either—although he can saw logs with the best of them.

Snoozing away on his BIG bed!

It rained in Texas this past week! Well, in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area (many other places around our State got significant rain, as well, but this is where TLC and I live). For most of us in our little corner of the World, it was two days of steady, beautiful, nourishing, wonderful, replenishing, MARVELOUS rain!

We had just enough thunder and lightning to cause me to sleep on our couch Tuesday night. Why the couch, you might ask? TBBB is extremely afraid of thunder. We’ve learned he feels better if he can be close to us while he's skeered. He’s closer to us—and we to him—if one of us sleeps on the couch. For some odd and unexplainable reason, I am usually that “one.” Except for a humongously scary CRASH of thunder that sounded like it was close enough to have hit our home early Wednesday morning, it wasn’t what I'd describe as unbearable or spine-tingling thunder. More like "the old man is snoring" kind of thunder. At the end of the day(s), if we only have that kind, and no tornados or tornadic winds, Texans feel truly blessed.

Here, now, is a picture of our previously very, VERY, VERY low Big Tank. Our Front Tank was still overflowing yesterday into a little stream that goes under our road. It was/is all simply FABULOUS!

Happy Catfish!

Dear God:

THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart, for your Amazing Grace and for the SWEET RAIN. We are all deeply grateful for your help and gifts. (Just a teensy little reminder: We remain “in the hole.” So to speak. We’re still technically in a drought. PLEASE SEND MORE! ASAP!!!) I remain humble and grateful!

In Jesus’ Name, I pray.

Amen.