A Simple Request

Could you sprinkle a decent bit of water
over Carmine, Texas



and keep my friend Deb, her honey and Heritage Haus safe?



Thanks a lot.

Comments

Anonymous said…
It is frightening...am sending thoughts of rain Deb's way.

(I have never known anyone that shares my bd...FUN!)
x..x
September 6, 2011 at 1:26 PM
She Who Doodles said…
i will do my rain dance.
September 6, 2011 at 1:46 PM
foxysue said…
If I could blow some of UK's rain clouds Deb's way I would, failing that my thoughts are with her.

Sue x
September 6, 2011 at 3:00 PM
helen tilston said…
Will keep in prayer and hope some of the beautiful misty Irish rain which we have been seeing almost daily, will travel to visit Deb
Helen xx
September 6, 2011 at 3:45 PM
beth said…
AMEN TO THAT....or i second that....whatever works !!
xo

is your birthday tomorrow ?
September 6, 2011 at 5:57 PM
Anonymous said…
bucketfuls of rainthoughts headed towards texas
September 6, 2011 at 8:02 PM
ellen abbott said…
I know several people who are in danger of losing their homes, may already have.
September 6, 2011 at 8:05 PM
Noelle Clearwater said…
I SO AGREE. I am holding her in the light.
xoxo,
Noelle
September 6, 2011 at 9:43 PM
Magical Mystical Teacher said…
Rain, O rain, come by today!
Never, ever go away!
Sprinkle so that Deb can play,
And her house won't blow away!
September 7, 2011 at 3:46 PM
deb did it said…
thank you Meri.....as I continue to learn about more and more friends, families and neighbors who are losing their homes and continue to be evacuated, there seems to be no relief in sight yet. A thick layer of smoke hovers over Heritage Haus, yet we feel safe for now.
September 8, 2011 at 5:07 AM
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