This is Priscilla, my friend for whom I have been cooking for nearly four years (In February, I think). I was concerned about her during Matthew, but then again, not really. I knew God would take care of her. She has had two strokes, the latest will be two years in January. My mother has asked if her mind is ok; there is *nothing* wrong with her mind. It is harder for me to understand her since the latest stroke, but we don't always need to have a conversation. She always wants me to pray when I visit. Because of her continuous prayer requests, I recently told her that God has her here for a reason: praying for her family. When I met her grand-daughter recently, we talked about this, and she said Priscilla is often sitting with her lips moving, and she knows Priscilla is inwardly praying. God doesn't have to hear our audible prayers for He knows what is on our hearts.
My friend evacuated to Macon, Georgia during Matthew, but she is now back. Yesterday as we rejoiced in God's goodness to spare both of us, our families, and homes, tears streamed down my face and I was humbled.