From day one of the "Sequester" my children and I have had our personal best way of staying close, especially since we can't get to each other, we can't touch each other, and we can't really see each other. Everything has transitioned to "cybernetic," which leaves a lot to be desired. So... this is my She Shed, my temporary Haven for Devotions, my Sacred Place where I meet with God and He meets with me. No, that is not "the Eye of God" in the picture. It is my Nissan, and with windows rolled down, the sun pouring in and a nice breeze of 67 degrees blowing across my face, I sit on the now empty parking lot of Cracker Barrel facing the I-385 where the 18-wheelers roll out to carry food and provision, medical supplies, surgical masks, and swabs, and respirators across this great land. For this is the essence of the War with the Silent Enemy, as our President describes it. And so from this Sacred Place, I can text my children, they can text m...