I have struggled for days to write about my feeling and thoughts regarding the tornadoes that devastated my home state on Wednesday. I want to write about that day and how incredibly difficult it was when one of the tornadoes bore down on a city which held so many dear friends and loved ones. I don't think I can capture the agony of waiting to see them post on facebook that they were okay or waiting for a text back.
Most of them were kids. Students that I had worked with over the years. Directed them in plays, prayed with them, attended Alabama football games with them, loved them.....
It was hard. It still is. I know people directly affected through either loss of life or loss of property and I just don't know what to say.
I want to be there. My former church is doing amazing things to help out in the relief efforts. I wish I was there to pitch in. All I can do is contribute financially and pray. And I am doing the latter without ceasing.
Our pastor wrote a blog post that sums up my feelings about what is going on perfectly. And he has worded it far more eloquently than I can, so I am just going to post his blog here.
And I will continue to pray.
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