It was the middle of the night and I woke up to shaking - though, "woke up" is a loose term, because I was still dazed enough when Philip announced, amidst the wiggling of the walls, "Earthquake!", it was actually news to me - in a way. Until that very moment it hadn't actually occurred to me what I was feeling - I was in such a dream state I thought it all went together. In fact, I'm pretty sure Philip thought I was talking in my sleep as I, very much disoriented, attempted to describe just what I thought had been happening. I suppose he would have been half right.
We looked at the clock to verify the time, rolled over and went to sleep only to wake six hours later to a Facebook a-buzz over the latest natural "disaster" to reach our state.
Fast forward twelve hours to this evening, after bidding farewell to our neighbors following a wonderful evening of games, popcorn and cookies, we settled down only to feel an insane quaking that shook our entertainment center, floor, walls, and about everything else around us, and felt as though it would never end. Thirty seconds never felt so long.
And my stomach is still feeling the queasiness.
I'm pretty sure at some point in the next week the earth will be opening up to swallow Oklahoma. To everyone else, we love you and pray you love Jesus so we'll see you soon.