Hurricane Ike

I recently learned a lesson on pride and knowing when to ask for help. Since I really don't want to go through that lesson again, I decided to do this post. I really didn't want to, but at the same time, knew I needed to. So here goes.

My family is in southeast Texas in the path of hurricane Ike. My parents and brother evacuated to San Antonio, but my sister and her husband had to stay in Beaumont (she's a nurse and has to stay). I am really scared for my sister and her husband, and while I hate to admit my materialism, I'm scared for my childhood home. I've been doing a lot of praying, but I feel like I need to humble myself and ask my friends to pray for my family, too. I'm not good at asking for help. I hate doing it. But I'm also not willing to go through another "pride goeth before the fall" lesson. So I'm asking all you who read this blog, whether I know you or not (I know I've got readers in Italy and Germany, people! I've seen you lurk on the maps for minutes at a time, post a comment already!) to please pray for my family.

Thank you for your help! I actually feel better just by posting this.

My mom and dad

My sister LaurieMy Brother Daniel (holding Jeremy)

Laurie and her husband at their wedding rehersal dinner
Daniel holding Megan