Two words noticeably absent from my blog this week are "hurricane" and "Katrina". I seem to be gaining "blog audience" daily, so if you are new to my blog -- welcome, but you are about to see a not-very-pretty side of me. Some of you know that my house flooded 3 years ago. A flood that, for Abilene, Texas, was pretty bad. 600 homes and many businesses affected. It was a big inconvenience for about 8 months. It didn't come anywhere close to Katrina. Few things in history have, evidently. I have seen very little news -- partly because of meetings and work, etc., but partly because I just can't take it on. It's just too big. Like the tsunami disaster last December. There are heartbreaking stories at every moment. To be quite honest, the main thing I feel about it is anger. I guess it's all part of my grieving over the enormity of it. I'm in the anger stage. I also feel enormously guilty for simply turning off the TV or not reading the paper to get away from it. Some people have lost their lives and some people's lives are devastated and forever altered, and I just want to turn away from it.
I have no words of wisdom, no deep insight about lessons learned, no great ideas to reach out to the devestated communities. I only know to pray. And even then, I pray that the Spirit intercede for me because I'm sure my words are inadequate.
