All is Well

What a blessing, the funnel clouds never reached the ground in our town. The sirens sounded and the shelter we are supposed to head to was right in the thick of the worst weather. It's not more than a mile from our house, but I had no desire to head right towards the wall cloud. I should have known things were going to get bad because all the animals retreated into their barns about 30 minutes before the storms arrived. Not a critter to be seen....always a good indicator to watch the sky.

I hopped in the car and headed in the opposite direction and went to Emery's office. On the way home after the all clear was given, I stopped along the road to take a few pictures of the Indian Paint brush in bloom. Yes, I did take my camera with me when I heard the sirens sound !

I am not sure if more storms are heading our way or not. I am hoping not.

Some additional good news, Casi heard from the unemployment office, the verdict for the hearing was in Casi's favor. There are rules that have to be followed when you are an employer. Pretty simple really. We feel so blessed....surely God has been watching over Melanie and Casi through all their hardships of late.

I was glad I made the oatmeal coconut bars, a nice warm bar was the perfect "emotional eat" after I got home.

I can't help but sing one of my favorite hymns ...

"It Is Well With My Soul"

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blessed assurance control,

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.
- Words by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873-

Music by Philip P. Bliss, 1876