Homes were ripped to pieces beyond recognition, 100 year old pine trees snapped like twigs, animals blown hundreds of yards, and 22 human lives . . . lost.
It makes one consider the fragility of it all.
Our life is but a vapor, here one moment, gone the next.
Considering too what all the striving is for. Many work their entire lives to afford all the 'stuff ' of life. A nice home, white picket fence, flat screen television, nice clothes, fancy toys. . . scattered to the wind. How often am I found grasping for the things of life when all that matters is . . . life.
Over and over the survivors of these terrible storms said they had lost everything - their homes, cars, all belongings, but the most important thing was that they were still alive. I believe most of humanity realizes that life is a gift. That is why we all keep working one day at a time to fulfill some purpose to which we have been called. This gift is why we spend millions every year in medicines and treatments, to lengthen the number of our days. There is a need to preserve life.
Often though, the world forgets the One who said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." John 14:6
The author of life is life Himself. Purpose, meaning, and joy can only be found in Christ.
As we remember the ones who lost their lives and pray for the ones who are now sifting through the pieces of their kitchen floor to find the faded photographs, let us pray that in the losing of things, real life will be found. Among the splintered pieces of home, meaning will take hold. And let us give what we can, be it time, help, money, or prayers to those who are hurting and sifting through life right now.
I am thankful for. . .
75. Lives spared
76. Perspective
77. Compassion
78. His power to heal
79. Life out of death
80. Spring sweet walks in the woods
81. Handfuls of wildflowers from loving children
82. Lunch with my hubby
83. The shelter of His wings
84. Hope in the Lord
85. Fun school days
86. Hosanna shouts!
87. Bird songs in the night
88. Wild running and waving palm branches
89. Sorrow
90. A Savior who gave all
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