Floods

 Josh and I had gone to the wo-rld Spr-ings last Wednesday. A storm came in and we had to take cover under shelter which included the locker rooms and the lobby. Naturally Josh and I weren’t going to separate so we went to the lobby with 150 other people, towels lined the floor, meals were being served so we sat that for three hours having a picnic with 148 new friends. We eventually called an Uber and left.

There was no rain in the forecast but then again for the last couple of months we’ve had tornadoes and terrible storms we had no warning of because that’s what happens when you have a president who fires meteorologist, scientists and cut the national weather service budget. Here in Texas we’ve been hearing that hurricane season will be a “You’re on your own” situation because of the cuts which include weather balloons that track storm systems. Yesterday Trump’s media adviser said, at a news conference when asked if this causes concern in Trump for these and FEMA cuts,  that the President wants states to do as much as possible and MORE. Can you explain to me how welfare drained states cans do “more” than they can? If you have $5 and you have a $10 disaster, where does the “more” come from if not FEMA which we pay taxes for? How do they prepare if the National Weather Service has been cut off at the knees? 

As of now, over 100 people have died including 27 children and counselors from a Christian Summer Camp.

That was the storm that hit us on that Wednesday. Obviously it gained momentum filling the Guadalupe river from zero feet to thirty five feet in ONE HOUR. Let me say that again… ONE HOUR. No warning. 

Those children were at camp. The number of summers I spent at campfire camp and yes, Christian camps, during my childhood were MANY. I loved Christian camps. I learned sign language there, and how to make candles,  we hunted for “snipes” had late night conversations lit by fire about our fears, our dreams, our goals.  Crying, laughing and feeling what actual Christianity is supposed to feel like. Community, openness, love, encouragement and faith in something bigger than us that had brought us together to experience the magic of girls who weren’t being bullies or judging or going off into clicks… We were happy. Some of the happiest times in my life. Nature at its finest, 120 best friends, and the counselors who supported us with grace, love, understanding and patience.

My heart breaks for what those girls and young women lost. Some, their lives, some their trust, their comfort, seeing things no child should ever see or experience. 

We lost a day at the spa. So incredibly small and insignificant. We had no idea how truly lucky we were, are. 

My heartfelt condolences and prayers for everyone affected by that storm. 

Me