(A note: I am not depressed so you don’t need to console me! This is just one of those times that I need to vent in writing and my audience here understands how that is.)
When I was at my weekly meeting (a women’s group), a storm hit with winds nearing 60 mph and "hail" stones the size of golf balls. My hostess’ house lost power. The temperature dropped 20 degrees to a humid 78F and branches, trees and electric wires were down all around us both from the wind and lightning strikes.
Driving home was an adventure. There was detour upon detour. One end of my street had a tree across it. Blessedly, both Himself and I got home safely and we had one of the few neighborhoods in town with electricity. Our county has been named a disaster area and my in-laws are staying with us until their energy is restored (could be as soon as this evening).
Still, at no time did I not feel safe. As far as I know, no one was injured. I am certain there is not enough property damage to bring in FEMA and no insurance company will go out of business because of this storm.
To the best of my knowledge, the people I know have simply been inconvenienced.
On 9/11/01 and the months following, this area experienced sorrow. Deep sorrow. The people of Mississippi and Louisiana experienced the sorrow of Katrina. Tsunamis, tornados, hurricanes, earthquakes, epidemics and genocide are killing off hundreds of thousands of people and obliterating entire ways of life.
As I sit here in my air conditioned house with my toys all around me, I am feeling very small and insulated.
I also am aware that I need to pray more for this sad, sad world.