I am writing you this post tonight from my home which is really a miracle in itself. You see, Houston is home.
At this very moment, our homes (many not in flood zones) are filling with water and washing away a lifetime of memories and belongings that are held dear.
Our highways are so completely covered in rising water that neighborhoods like mine are surrounded with water with no real reprieve.
We sit anxiously by our phones to listen for life-saving flood and tornado warning alerts unable to rest.
We are straining our eyes into the inky blanket of night looking and listening for the rush of water that shouldn’t ever come, but because of the perfect storm just might.
Our grocery stores and pharmacies are closed because they are inundated with flood waters and we wonder how we will be able to get the necessities if we can’t get out and no one can get in.
Many of us are without power, and some for the foreseeable future.
Even though the rain is softer now, it is still falling and trees that have rain-soaked roots are giving way and toppling over- some narrowly missing our houses, some not.
We are carefully measuring out the food we have to make it last until more comes.
Our churches and schools and airports have closed.
We are hugging our people and telling them everything is going to be alright, when we don’t really know how alright it’s actually going to be.
Houston is so much more than home to me. Houston is HOPE! Continue reading