We were half asleep of course, but as we sat and waited, I thought to myself: this is a perfect time to pray, not only for our safety, but for the folks where severe damage was being done. There were winds up to 107 mph just North of us. We could hear the wind howling and pelting the rain against the door in the front of the building.
I began to seize the opportunity to perform a spiritual work of Mercy through prayer. I began "Our Father who art in heaven.. . ." but I couldn't get any further, so I tried "Hail Mary, full of . . ." my brain froze again, and again.
Every effort at every prayer was bungled. Roused from sleep in the middle of the night, my brain refused to cooperate. I was stunned to think I couldn't finish prayers I was sure resided in my DNA. So much for holiness.
It was a noble thought to pray for those in the path of the storm, but alas, the spirit was willing but the flesh was half asleep. (the storm passed over us and into the next County) Thanks be to God.