|Screen ripped off the window leading from the kitchen to the front porch.|
|A rocking chair had been taken from the front porch and placed in front of the bed-room window. Both glasses had been shattered.|
|Inside the bedroom the bureau drawers had been opened and rifled through. It appears to me they were looking for a handgun? How foolish do they think I am?|
Naturally, my feelings sunk. I had no heart to eat. I managed to eat a pack of peanut butter crackers and drink a bottle of water. All that exertion had exhausted me. I think that's why the next day I still had no appetite and felt rotten. Checked the fever and it was too high. So - I was from the bed to the couch to the lounge chair for the next three days. Dr. Rick Moore, a friend and respected professor with a doctorate in Old Testament (who also happens to be a nephew) came by last night and prayed a special prayer for me. He is a rare individual who is in touch with God. Today, I'm much better.
NO...don't worry! Just breathe an extra prayer. I'm going to be fine. In Jesus' Name.