Dear friends, it is Monday again. I had planned to blog during the week but the week wore me out. It seems my body has been dictating my activities lately, and in my spare time I find myself resting more than usual. Perhaps that comes with aging, and we're all doing enough of that around here.
Last week, The Man had a birthday, so, in ordinary fashion, we celebrated him, the middle brother, awesome husband, amazing father, outstanding grandfather.
I'm an avid collector of old photos and probably have hundreds in my family collections. They remind me of simpler times.
Whenever someone in the family has a birthday, I decorate the dining room table with photos and memorabilia, with fresh flowers, a “Happy Birthday” banner, and an occasional balloon bouquet. I fell in love with this image of Arabella staring at an old photo of her Papaw, probably wondering just who it was we were celebrating. I remember that man in the photo, but she has no idea.
Time has a way of changing things, from how we look to what we think. Life's experiences influence us, shape us. In a single day we can experience great joy and deep sorrow. Our lives are always subject to change.
That brings me to this: My heart has been so heavy this week for the good people in south Louisiana whose lives have been devastated by flood waters, including personal friends of ours. One day they were in the comforts of their homes, the next day, the waters rose so quickly not much could be saved.
Pets, precious children, newborn babies, senior citizens, handicapped people. Tens of thousands had to be evacuated and placed in shelters across the area. Businesses, churches, schools, many unable to open because of flood waters.
Here's a snippet taken from Facebook, written by someone we know, and a photo of their home. Floods are heartbreaking. Here, we have experienced our share of flooding, as recent as April, but our home has never flooded, and I can't imagine how it feels.
My FRIENDS...🙏🏽 I live on the edge of East Baton Rouge Parish...in the outskirts of Livingston Parish. Central, LA is 2 miles minimum from the Comite River. And about 5-6 miles from the Amite RiverIn Flood Zone X. I never flooded. And when my home was built 8 years ago was told I was second highest elevation in the CityPeople would always say to me, you're built high, if you ever flood, the entire city will be drowned! Well. It happened. And it didWe lost everythingOur home had 5.5 feet of the Comite River in it for 90+ hoursimagine this... You take everything you own, one item or shovel load or backhoe load Every piece of furniture, every keepsake, everything, every memory People are putting all of their belongings by the road & looks like a war zone. Just like the footage I've seen in Serbia... Iraq...Blackhawk helicopters plucking people off of rooftops. Fishermen or sportsmen in their private boats, with their own gas, rescuing person after personPeople being turned away at overfilled sheltersIt is heartbreaking. It's gut wrenchingand the majority...have the wrong type of insurance to cover this type devastation‼ So technically, No insurance. It's heartbreaking at bestIt is truly a disasterPrayers are more than welcome. Nothing was spared. So goods and drugs stores, and groceries are in very short supplyone station owner got his gas delivery (10,000 gallons) in the morning and hours later, completely out of gas It is like living in a NIGHTMARE ‼ Words cannot express the destructionThank you for your prayers for our state... Cajun Paradise‼ prayers appreciated
I gathered the following photos from various sites online. I don't know who to give credit to. I only know I cannot look at them without tears springing to my eyes.
Such events change our lives, but one thing cannot be changed and that is the sovereignty and faithfulness of God. In sickness, in health, in heartbreak, in joy, in loss, in abundance, in grief, in human weakness, in wealth, in financial ruin, in both the desolate and prosperous seasons of life, God remains God—faithful and sovereign. As a believer, that is what keeps me steady, what keeps me joyful, even in troubling times.
It is Sunday evening as I write. The weekend did not go as I had hoped but my blessings are abundant; I can't complain. I have been wishing for sunshine on my skin, and, with any luck at all, we may get a sunny day or two this week. Fingers crossed.
Until next time, dear friends, please pray for Louisiana, and for all of those who are donating their time and energy to help the flood victims, and please ask your friends and churches to pray also. Thank you!