An F4 tornado hit our small city this week.
Loss. Destruction. Despair. Fear. Catastrophe. All of these words encompass what I think has been my constant refrain over the past two days. I can't make sense of this, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is this: Strength. Unity. Caring. Miracle. Grace.
I could play the what if game so easily. And it's important in some ways because it reminds you of what's important. It makes you remember to count your blessings, share love with those you care, those that you haven't said it to in a while, and maybe those that you've never said it to. It makes you want to act decisively, do what's important, but also to consider that even the small actions matter. Folding clothes. Cleaning a kitchen. Packing a box. Hugging a friend.
I am struggling with places I know being devastated and changing. I am struggling with not doing enough to help. I get emotional when I think of lost lives, and all I have lost is power. The empathy I'm feeling for my coworkers and friends who've lost everything is overwhelming.
By God's grace, we survived, and so did many of our friends. I pray for those that need strength in the coming days. I pray for those that lost loved ones. I pray that our fair city will recover. I praise Him for who He is, and for His sovereign mercies.
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