That time of year…

As many of us here in the states know, there is a hurricane approaching.   The weather forecasters are reporting the paths that could be taken, the speed of the storm, the temperature of the water, the path of the air, the height of the waves, the amount of flooding, and so on and so forth.   I can find that I spend much of my time watching, as I am fascinated by this science of hurricanes.   They are violent storms, but they are also a visual of the power of God, as He is the One who has created it all.   I love to see manifestations of His power.  No, I am not going to engage in why all of this happens, it just does.

I see myself as a person of prayer. I have often mentioned that I love to pray and I love to see the answers our Lord gives as we come before Him.   Again, this is seeing His glory and power manifested.

Now, we just returned from a visit to the panhandle of Florida.  That is where our daughter’s family is and that is also where hurricane Michael hit last October.   Driving to her home, there was still much destruction visible.  It is going to take years for all the damage to be undone.   Tarps still cover many homes and businesses.  There are blatant reminders of the destruction a hurricane makes.  It is heart breaking to see it all.

We came home to hear about Dorian approaching.   I have seen many memes of this approaching storm.  I have smiled at many of them, I have chuckled aloud at several.   The one that keeps coming to mind, though, is a map of the southern states with a handful of cooked spaghetti laying on top of it.   That is accurate, I think.

The storm looks like it is going to hit the peninsula of Florida.  I have many dear cousins who live there.  I have friends who live there.   I really do not want their homes to be harmed, or their lives to be in danger.   But, I know that if it veers in any direction, going off into the gulf would affect my oldest daughter, and if it hits further up the eastern seaboard, it will affect my youngest and her family.

I mentioned to my cousin last night that my prayers may not do much, but, I serve a God who talks to the wind.  I pray for the protection of the people in Florida and any who may be affected by this storm.

And then, on the other side of me, there is that thought, hmmm… maybe I could see my Little Man if they have to evacuate….   There is always that side of me, the grammy side that  would just like to snuggle with my babies…

Thanks for listening to me ramble tonight…  Cathi (DAF)

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Michael…

I haven’t been on my blog or reading other blogs for about a week now.  I don’t know what has been written about the hurricane and so I have been hesitant to write about it myself.

We had the remnants of the hurricane pass through our area, we were on the western edge, so to us, the storm was no different from a good winter type storm. Some wind, rain and a few small branches laying in the yard.

Our daughter’s family lives in Panama City Beach, had Michael not veered slightly to the east, she would have been in the direct path.   As it was, she did not receive as much damage as expected, for which we are so grateful.

What has prompted me to write is this, although the initial reports were wonderful, like most things in life, when the dust settles and the air is clear things appear that at first glance were overlooked.  Such was the case with family there.   They are still so much farther ahead than  others and they are so thankful and know they are blessed, but they still have some obstacles to overcome.

They have learned a few lessons so far in this process and by default,  I am learning them too. I am so proud of my daughter and son-in-law.  They give.  They give of themselves, their time, their belongings.  I am looking at my home in a fresh way this week.  I am looking at what is in my home in a new way.  This storm has touched my life.   I know there have been other storms, and I am not diminishing those in any way, this one was more personal.  When things are personalized they take on greater meaning.  I have joked in the past that I do like the hurricane seasons because my kids, who are both in hurricane prone areas, come to visit.  Yes, that is wonderful, and I do love those times, but this time the kids did not come home.   They made the intelligent decision to go a bit further west and found safety from the storm and had a few days of sun.

Coming home to what they did, they took nothing for granted.  They have power and cell coverage.  They no longer just turn on a switch and expect the lights to come on.  The lights are a blessing.  Their cell carrier who is usually complained about is now a wonderful treat.  They are sharing their phones with others, so things can be accomplished and loved ones can hear a voice and feel reassured.

It’s the little things that are usually taken for granted that have opened their (and my) eyes to the blessing they are.  The photos do not do justice to the area.  Their neighborhood is being cleared, but the damage is great.  There is a bridge that connects Panama City Beach to Panama City.  My daughter said that the damage on her side of the bridge takes your breath away in the magnitude, but, she said compared to the other side of the bridge they are very fortunate.

I have shared this to encourage whoever is reading to pray for those in the path of Michael.  There are some who are still struggling with the effects of Florence who  were hit once more with this last storm.  As  news stories come and go, we tend to forget those major headlines from a week ago.  The headlines may fade, but the damage does not go away as quickly.

Thank you for stopping by today.  DAF (Cathi)