Lost in the Flood

This morning I braced myself and commenced the cleaning out of our recently flooded garage. It was a mess! Excising mold, funk and rot was the order of the day. Among the things destroyed were our sleeping bags, some little kid toys, and worst of all, my scrapbooking bag. In it contained scores of pictures from mine and Owens childhood, professional pictures of Dylan, beautiful paper etc. As I combed through all of the pictures trying to find any that were salvageable, my mind wandered to those who's wake of destruction is much more severe than mine. The people of East Texas who are dealing with the devastation of Hurricane Ike. The things lost? Much more than mere pictures. Homes, cars, family members... I read a story in the news that reported that at least 17 people are missing- presumed to have been washed out to sea. At that moment I wished so badly that we had the resources to rush down to Huston, don work gear, open our wallet and do something. Unfortunately all that we have to offer is prayer so I prayed with all the energy of my soul that the hearts of those who have enough to give would be softened. That humanity would reach out to our brothers and sisters who have lost so much. It really humbles me to think of how blessed I've been in my life to not have suffered such loss and I pray that those who have lost everything will be able to find respite, comfort and healing.