Its is the second worst storm I endured since I moved to Texas, making it the second worst storm of my life. Â I had been praying, trying to center, and needing to be present. Â The storm hit my house exactly within the first five minutes of sitting down with someone for spiritual direction. Â The wind was rattling the windows and tossing bits of the back yard around. Â The whole house chilled. Â Â I considered ending our time together because I was able to give the moment only 99% of my attention. Â I was being tugged away by one haunting thought. Â Will the tree hold?
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