My heart is with Althesina, my friend from Havelock, NC, who left the shelter because of overcrowding and now sits at home without electricity or running water. She’s waiting. She’s unsure when, or even if, she’ll return to her job at a New Bern riverside hotel.
Yet, she sings. At least to me. She has sent texts blessing the linemen who are working so hard outside, laughing over the irony of finding the car keys she thought were lost–as if she could use them–and proclaiming joy despite her situation. I can picture her light emanating from the darkness.
For my part, it’s a helpless feeling. Of course, I’ll pray, and I’ll donate to relief efforts, but what I really want to send is a crate of hope. It’s times like this that make or break people, and I’m praying for increasing trust in the Lord and His perfect, albeit unfathomable plan. This morning I’m reminded of a blog I wrote years ago when storms buffeted our own neck of the woods, and I’m re-blogging it this morning. If one person is inspired to keep going, it’s more than worth repeating.
North Carolina, our prayers are with you. The sun will shine again, honest.
🙂
The Portrait Writer 