Pouring rain tonight......the kind that makes you glad you have a roof over your head. Actually, most days I try to be really glad and grateful that I have a roof over my head. The past several days I have driven
around the storm struck areas visiting friends, going to the doctor, running errands. There are still so
many homes that are damaged, so many places where homes use to be......and I keep thinking, and wondering about the people in those damaged homes, about the ones who have no homes.
It has been seven months, since the April 27th outbreak of tornadoes......it seems like seven seconds, it seems like seven years. Our friends live in these areas, where the trees are gone, homes are gone,
people died.......I think many of them are on autopilot and to get technical......many are PTSD.
There is an odd normalcy to their lives, yet a strange eeriness as well. They know, as well we know,
that anyone who survived that day will never be the same.
I have been lucky and blessed my whole life......to always have a roof over my head. It may not have been the roof of my dreams, but there was always a roof. Tonight I think of people all over this earth who have no roof over their heads.......I can't imagine what that must be like.......no roof, no food, no clean water. I certainly have no right to ever complain about the cards I've been dealt in my life......I have always had food, clean water and a roof.
I hear the pouring rain on the tin roof, and I count my blessings......pouring rain, and cold.....no night fit for man or beast. Once again, I whisper a prayer of gratitude for my roof. It may seem a little strange to
talk so much about a roof.......but in this season of mass consumerism......when I see all those roofs around me, still covered in blue tarps.....I worry. I hope they are warm and dry tonight, I hope they have what they need, I hope that mercy is shown them, that there is food, and warm clothing
that they have health and joy......and that the new year brings them roofs.