Driving down the road, it leaves us shocked and sad. Pieces of insulation, random parts of houses and furniture strewn far and wide and you look at it and realize that this rubble is someone’s life…their home, their memories, every single thing they own, and in a moment, this is all that is left, and yet there they are, bravely stooping down and picking up the pieces of what is left after the storm.

It is sobering, driving down the roads and seeing the devastation all around us, and knowing how close it was to being us, and our home, and perhaps our lives that were scattered all across the road. Perhaps a half a mile, or a little more from us, the worst of the storm hit, and not just here, but in Georgia and especially in Alabama, there is so much loss that it hurts to think about it. And yet, for us, the winds hit strong and the worst passed over. It makes you wonder sometimes, why them and not us. Looking at the huge losses, and thinking of those people who died in this storm, it makes our loss of power insignificant, and while I am so thankful that God protected us in our ignorance of the strength of this storm and how close it was, and thankful that He also spared the lives of our family in this area, our hearts are heavy for those who are grieving right now. And while we don’t know what we can do, we’re looking for what we can do to help our neighbors begin again.

Pray for us, that we can make a difference, and most importantly, for all of those in this corner of the world whose lives have been changed by this storm.