We are here in Tampa, and here is the proof that Brandon cooked my breakfast...but you might want to scroll down for the best pics!
--Stan dancing with pom poms to cheer Josie-Tatum up. He told me if I posted them as they were I would need a new husband, as he was dancing without his shirt. So...here they are cropped, pom poms in hand, and the face that says, "Oh, No...I'm caught!"
And, now back to our broadcast....
Thank you, Jesus, for the angels your word tells us are encamped around us. We saw several wrecks and passed through two patches of storms. For a moment I think I forgot my "big girl" panties. I was thinking...I want to call somebody and tell them to pray, but I can't pull out my cell phone in this weather, driving down the interstate. I slowed down to 45 mph, and this person in front of me hit his breaks.
Jesus was there, though, and as if prompted by the Holy Spirit, I thought...I don't have to ask anyone to pray for me. I can pray for myself...so I began to pray and praise the LORD, and I felt His peace returning...aka I found my big girl panties. Ellie and I sang as loud as we could to my new "favorite for the moment" CD, the Sonflowerz. We sang, "My Adoration," "Cover Us, and "All Over the World." I started feeling so better singing, that we sang and sang, louder and louder until we got off the interstate, and I couldn't find the hotel. Of course, I've found it now.
Ellie, who did NOT take a nap today, was still wide awake and wound tight when we arrived at the hotel at 9:00. It's 10:00 now, and I haven't put her to bed. I'm letting her wind down in the bathtub while I wind down on the computer. Okay, she's splashing loudly now....I better go get her.
We won't have to get up very early tomorrow. Her appointment is at 10:00, and we expect to be there for around 3 hours, and, learn what time her surgery is on Thursday. I'll let you know!