It amazes me to think about the detail that God puts into His plan for me, and I don't know why I worry so much sometimes.

Home

I stayed for the storm, and when I heard that school was going to be closed for the week, I decided to go home.

To Mississippi.

I haven't been home since Thanksgiving. I don't mind not having power or water, since I've done without for a bit, but I wanted to take advantage of the time to see my parents. And it's been good.

It's lovely to get to hear my mom play the piano and eat home-cooked food together and to laugh over SNL skits with my dad.

I feel a slight twinge of guilt for leaving Houston behind, but I've missed home so much!

Stayin' Put

I'm not budging from my house this time, not after the 23-hour driving experience (without water, without food, and without air conditioning) I had three years ago with Hurricane Rita.

Take that, Ike.