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Today, I was gonna tell you about how sweet they were over at Mississippi State University. But I just can't today--not when my heart is broken for Alabama. My sweet state and the lands I love more than anything...
It's eerie. Devestating. Perplexing.
I watch the news and blink back tears.
I just drove through Tuscaloosa. Tarrent. Bessemer. Northport.
Just spent the night in Birmingham yesterday, Father...
This is so weird.
Imma be cheesy for a minute, but you've had fair warning that I'm a tad in love with Dixie. The first lines of our state song: "Alabama, alabama, we will aye be true to thee." We will be true. And we will trust in truths. We will praise You in this storm for we know You are sovereign. Break our hearts for what breaks Yours, Lord.
Five minutes. For five minutes, turn off your phone. Your laptop.
Pray for this state. Pray for these people. Pray for the South.
p.s. Thank you to all my precious Alpha Delta Pi sisters around the nation who have texted/emailed/tweeted at me. "Ash, I dunno Alabama georgraphy or where Montgomery is, but I hope you're okay. Our sisters are praying for Alabama." Wow. That's when this sisterhood wins my heart all over again.
