The buzzing of generators surrounds me as I type, louder because the windows are open. The neighborhood is dark except for the light of the full moon overhead. All is well. Now. We have survived our first hurricane.
Three long days ago, we lived through a night full of howling 100 mph winds that ripped branches off of trees and fences from their safe places in the ground. The rain blew sideways from the northeast and then from the southwest as the hurricane passed overhead. I prayed all night long that God would protect our windows, our roof and our cars. He was so awesome and did just that. We have a dented, slightly askew mailbox, lost two of the three fences that surround our back yard, and our oak trees out front are mutilated, but we survived and God, our Shield, provided wonderfully for us. Noah slept through it all! Oh to be resilient and oblivious like children.
We have been raking and cutting up limbs, bagging leaves, and other basic cleanup for 2 days now. We have no electricity, but God brought fall early for us so that we can sleep without sweating profusely. It is actually a little chilly! He gave us wonderful neighbors who let us plug our refrigerator into their generator, and this morning we woke up to running water again. It went from a trickle to nothing in one day. We didn’t even get that much rain! It was enough to flood the streets, but after Cody and Taylor went out and cleared the storm drains of the debris blocking them, our street cleared out pretty quickly. All is well with our souls.
We fared well. People down south of us were not so lucky. From the few news reports we have heard, lots of people lost their lives or are missing. So sad! We are continuously giving thanks. We have driven around the city some and seen a lot of devastation. It is weird to see all the emergency vehicles and helicopters around. We hear reports of crime at grocery stores and gas stations because people are panicked and selfish. It is like a mob mentality, but more on the self-preservation side.
It is interesting to spend the evenings by candlelight and flashlight. We talk often about the colonial days and how that must have been. I totally understand why most folks back then went to sleep shortly after sundown and were up with the sun. There is not much else to do in the evenings with limited light. Right now,
Noah seems to be oblivious except that he likes to play with the lights and they do nothing and he can’t seem to understand that. He is still his happy little self and likes to give hugs and kisses.
Well, keep praying for the victims of hurricane Ike, and give praise that we are all ok, we sure are! (I can't get pictures right now but will post them soon.)























