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The concern about hurricanes. I think people around here get a bit more antsy these days at tropical systems and hot/cold fronts than they used to. And I can’t blame them.
But storms, even far away ones that may not threaten us, cause hushed conversations and hourly reports at most times of the day. And talk of Dean causes us to turn our eyes to those turbulent tropical waters in anxious anticipation. Where will the fellow go?
Ah. It’s still a ways away. I don’t think I’ll lose any sleep tonight.
Hurricane Katrina hit.
I’m not going to bore you with another one year anniversary of Katrina special. If you guys watch the news or weather channel you’ve probably had your fill of Katrina. I’m getting there myself!
But, I felt like I should mention it….since it was such a big part of our lives here on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
And if you are interested in what was going on with this blogger through all that, here are my posts about it!
Those are the main ones. Katrina is briefly mentioned in about a gazillion posts throughout my blog. Including one I wrote about two weeks ago! It really has been part of our year!
I know. I wrote a lot about it. But I promise it does lack all the political hoop-la you hear in many Katrina stories!
Here’s some of my very few, during-Katrina-before-my-camera-died pictures!
And know this. Things are still different down here. Very. But we are doing well! All the prayers and thoughts from people all over the country (as well as the donations and workcrews!!) are very much appreciated! We truly have been blessed by so many people through all this!
It is now well into February and almost six months has passed since our area was hit and devestated by Hurricane Katrina.
I’ve really struggled with this post. I’ve thought about not posting and changed my mind. Then I would change my mind again. Joshua keeps asking me when I’m going to post it and I’ve put it off for some time. But I decided to post now.
I generally like to keep my blog rather upbeat. I’m a happy person. Even when things are tough and difficult. I generally try to keep out of the depths of despair….and I like for my blog to reflect that.
Not that I want anyone to think I have it all together or that my life is free of problems. Far from it….I just rather like to focus on the positive.
So that’s why I’ve struggled with this post.
The last week of January I finally went to the beach. For the first time since the storm. (I went to a concert in a park on the beach the Saturday night before Katrina hit early Monday morning.)
Not driving along the beach is a bit weird. Many things we like to do are (were) on the beach…..the mall, my favorite resturaunt, several festivals and concerts would take place there….we would go often. So not going for almost six months is a bit weird. I don’t know if I’ve ever in my life gone that long without driving along the beach.
So we went. Joshua had been several times since people were allowed to but I had no reason to since most of the things I used to go to the beach for were no longer there.
So I must admit to it being a bit upsetting. I didn’t actually cry….I had done that already and am long past that. We are rebuilding…and most people are doing much better. It was just a bit overwhelming….
So, here are some pictures of what it still looks like around here. (I hid the pictures because there are tons….so it may take awhile to load…especially if you are using dial-up).
…or the Gulf Coast of the United States
otherwise known as home. For me and many others.
I haven’t posted on Katrina in awhile. I didn’t want to become a bore. It seemed that is all I talked about for awhile. Of course, it was rather consuming for awhile!
And things have settled down for a bit. For me at least. Life is somewhat back to normal, if that is possible. There are so many things that will never be the same, or at least will take awhile to become what it was….
Christmas decorations have been going up for some time now. Many places decorate for Christmas as soon as the Halloween decoration have been tucked away, and by the time Thanksgivng arrives the Christmas season is full force upon us! Christmas carols being played and icicle lights strung from every home…
One thing that I am having trouble getting used to is how ugly everything is this year. Mississippi has had a bad reputaion for some reason. I don’t think people realized what a beautiful place it truly is.
I grew up with honeysuckle and winding creeks, gravel roads and fences lining fields of hay, ponds and barns…..
I moved to the Gulf Coast with a large strech of beach lined with Victorian homes and live oaks….
I’m quite tired of hurricane debris lining the roads (although it’s better, it’s still there). I’m tired of blue roofs (tarps). I’m tired of my beautiful town being half fallen down….and every thing on the water being completly gone (well, I don’t miss the casinos…but they will be reopening soon…)
But, besides all this, I’m seeing some wonderful things. Schools from all over the country have sent gifts, supplies, and all manner of things to students in my school. This is happening at all the schools in this area….
Jami (another Gulf Coast blogger) commented on my blog earlier about the way people are reaching out to us here on the coast:
How great that your church has opened its doors to many of the churches that lost their buildings. It sure seems like a different spirit down here this Christmas. It is amazing though, the love and outpouring of others to those less fortunate.
And she’s blogging about some of the things going on….(which incidently, made her daughter somewhat famous!)
I blogged about how a church in Jackson, MS ministered to churches here on the coast…
What I failed to mention is that this church also passed out gift cards to hundreds of people who were affected by Katrina. They also presented their program at Buckaneer State Park, in Waveland, MS, where many people will be celebrating Christmas from inside their tent. Yes, there are still families living in tents. And many, many more living in other temporary shelters….FEMA trailers, with other family members….
Christmas will not be the same for many.
The good thing about being a Christian is that Christmas means so much more than being able (or unable) to buy the coolest toy for your eight year old. Christmas is about so much more for us….
Christmas…the day we celebrate Jesus Christ, coming to Earth, of his own will, to sacrifice his life, for our lives….
Really, the important thing isn’t about gifts, or homes for that matter….
…but then, I know that’s easy to say as I type at the computer from my warm, comfortable house (which lost a few shingles) …
So I suppose what I am asking is for you to remember in prayer the many lives that have been affected by what has happened down here. Remember the families who will not be trimming trees, stuffing stockings, or nestling children safe in their bed, as visions of sugarplums dance in their heads….
And pray for them…..please.
And although Joshua already beat me to this quote, I want to share it as well. A woman who lost everything the owned down to the concrete slab her house was own (including baby books and pictures) gave a testimony during our Christmas program on Sunday… What she has to say is this:
The name of Jesus Christ will always be greater than the name of Katrina.
Okay…this is really cool. As I
speak type a group of Amish from Pennsylvania are cleaning up hurricane debris in my yard. Seriously.
Is that not cool?
Sometimes anyway. I had an interesting day yesterday.
My good friend Hope, that I interviewed once before, invited me to her house Labor Day Weekend. However, Katrina changed those plans for us. Since gas was practically unavailable, neither of us had electricity or water, and she lives four hours away, we rescheduled.
Well, this weekend was the date we rescheduled. And although we had tropical storm weather, due to Rita hitting to our west, I decided to no longer let the weather dictate my life. Or well, I tried to keep that from happening anyway.
So, I woke up early in the morning, grabbed my bambinos and an umbrella and set off for Hope’s house. The weather was quite windy but I didn’t run into too much rain. I did fill up my tank at a gas station that was missing the awning while it rained so the umbrella came in handy. Too bad I accidently left it at the gas station!
I make it to Hope’s in good time. We have a lovely visit….except for this one teensy, weensy problem. Hope lives in a town that has an alarm sound when a tornado has been spotted. When you hear the alarm or siren you gather your family into the bathtub and wait for it to go off.
At first, I’m rather impressed with this. Wow…what a wonderful thing, to have such a warning. If anything like that exist where I live I am too far away for it to be effective.
But after the third trip to the bathroom with my two children, Hope’s daughter, her mother, and her husband, I decided that I much prefer the takes you by surprise bad weather. We never saw a tornado or heard one…but we spent a lot of our day hanging out in the bathroom.
That is probably a really silly attitude…but I have never been one to claim I have a lot of sense. I was very glad to leave the alarms, sirens, and bells for the relative quite of my own home. Of course, to get there I had to drive through the lovely weather that was sounding the alarms, sirens and bells…but here I am. Unscathed.
While I was at Hope’s, the hunger to scrapbook hit me once again. I’ve basically been on scrapbooking sabatical for quite some time now. But, I have big plans of cutting, tearing, chalking, stamping, and embossing my way to wonderful works of art!
…but this is too good not to share. A blogger I’ve just recently discovered is sharing her lineman husband with my neck of the woods. He’ s actually here, less than 30 minutes away from where I live, turning lights back on for us.
So…thanks Laney, for sharing your talented husband to help us get our lives back together! I know you miss him…but we appreciate him sooooo much!
And I really plan to start blogging about other things besides Katrina soon!
Content Warning: Romantic, mushy story follows!
So out of all this hurricane stuff I should have plenty of stories to tell my children when they are older. But one is a love story….
The night before the hurricane I stayed at my parents house. They live approximately 30 miles north of where I do. Also, I have been through many hurricanes in their house…but none in mine. It just seemed the thing to do. Joshua, who lives an hour away from my parents, decided to stay at my house. That way he wasn’t as far away from me and it would be easier for us to get together after the storm. (His entire family left the state.)
Well, the storm hit early Monday morning and we experienced hurricane force winds throughout the entire day. (Usually during hurricanes, the strong winds only last about three or four hours.) I was sad I wasn’t going to get to see Josh but was glad to know he was safe at my house. Or so I though!
Around 7:30 pm (remember the storm hit about 6:00 am) my son says “Mom, Mister Josh is here!” I was incredibly surprised to see him walking down my parents road (the road was so messed up that driving was impossible…). I quickly ran out and asked him where he had parked his truck. A few of my family members had parked vehicles under a bridge about a mile away from my parents house and walked in.
“I didn’t drive…I couldn’t get out,” was his reply. He actually walked, thirty miles, in hurricane force winds, to see me! I must admit that after realizing that I was in love with a complete lunatic, that I was very touched. I mean…how many people can say they have walked through the biggest storm to ever hit America in order to see the one they love.
It’s sweet. It’s romantic. It’s endearing. I think I’m a pretty lucky girl.
(Of course, he was so tired that he immediately fell asleep and was out for a long, long time…but I think that’s understandable!)
So, go ahead girls…beat that story if you can!
And if you can’t, feel free to share your incredibly romantic stories as well!
The youth minister at our church had this to say during the service on Sunday, following the devastation of Hurricane Katrina.
My home does not have a tarp on it.
My home does not have a tree through the roof.
My home has not been flooded.
My home does not leak.
My home does not have trees down in the yard.
My home has not been destroyed.
My home is untouchable.
My home is not in this world.
My home is in the eternal.
My home is heaven.
I found it very appropriate to a congregation of people who have been ravaged by the storm. Many of the members, including my pastor, lost their houses. But none of us have lost our home.
For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.