This morning, Tot and I hit Sprouts to grab something for me to eat, and the checker gave her a balloon. Not just any balloon, folks. This massive orb took over my car. (Thanks, checker man!). OK, I didn’t want to be a fun squasher, so I let her take it in the car.
Later that day, she chose to set it free to be….be free with the other lost balloons in the sky. (Thank you, Jesus!)
OK, mommy, I’m ready.
SMOOOOOCH. 
Be freeeeeeeeee!!!
Wait, are those clouds coming in??
How will the balloon survive?????
Later, it stormed like the house was going to fall in. We stopped worrying about the blue beastie balloon and worried about Snuggle Bug. He was shivering more than I ever have seen him shiver.
The house was dark and the storm raged. Coti hid, and I had to retrieve him so we could snuggle on the bed with him.
It’s going to be OK, little guy.
Whoooooooooooo. The balloon might not have survived, but Coti made it through. Tot wanted to know why God was doing this? Good question, but somewhere a farmer is rejoicing. God has a purpose for this and we will find the silver lining. Storms always have a way of making flowers come later.