And If I die before I wake . . . .

Normally I am a big fan of my room and especially my bed. Although I have been living the so called "college life" for the past few years I have always had managed to make it just about rough'n it. I love my King size bed with the 600 thread count down comforter that keeps my warm in the winter and cool in the summer. (Not sure how it manages that) I also love the plethora of pillows and soft blankets that adorn it. To top it all off I particularly love my 42 inch plasma screen that I knew I must get before I enrolled in the "going to be married budget" With all the accommodating and inviting items of my room I found a less the welcomed visitor when I got home tonight that has left me wishing I was about anywhere but here!





When I walked in tonight from my Uncle Jeff's, where Katie and I are watching my cousins while my aunt and uncle are vacationing in Lake Powell, I screamed like a little girl when I saw the enormous black spider with an large orange hour class shaped underbelly. Now I am usually pretty tough, and don't mind spiders to much. I mean I don't love them by any means and certainly would rather not see or find them in the house, but I typically will smack them with my shoe and be done with it. However tonight when I saw this monster crawling across the wall just above my bed I also saw my young life flash before my eyes and I really lost just about lost it.

So as I sit here in my once comfortable bed jumping at the slightest itch or twitch that I feel, thinking that it might be my last, I hope that I make it to the morning. And if by some chance that the rule holds true where there is one there is probably 10 and this will be my unofficially official last post I do not make it to the morning I will try and take solace in the 18th century evening prayer:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to take.
If I should live to future days,
I pray Thee, Lord, to guide my ways.