I’m a firm believer in honest answers to the question, “how are you?”. If I’m having an awesome day, I’ll tell you. If I’m having a horrible day, I’ll tell you. But some days, I just can’t put into words how I’m feeling. Today was one of those days. Lately my heart has been breaking as my news feed fills with stories about the flooding in South Carolina. Swiping through pictures of houses I have slept in being submerged in water and roads I have driven on collapsed has been weighing heavily on my spirit. I wish I could be there to hug my best friends’ necks, to rip out ruined carpet with the children I used to babysit, and to provide a warm and dry place for the families that used to sit in my pew at church. But here I am in North Texas, unable tondo anything but pray. Friends, know that I love you, I’m praying for you, and my Texas couch is always available. Call me and I’ll put the kettle on.