Flooding

It has been a very long time since I have blogged.  What a way to return to it.  My heart is aching tonight.

Natural disasters.  These are something that we see often on the news.  We hear about from others.  We mourn with those impacted, but until we are actually involved in one, there is no way we can feel the devastation, the heartache, the loss.

Oddly enough, I have always feared wildfires.  After all, we live in Nevada.  A desert with lots of dry vegetation and prone to wildfires.  So, to be done in by a flood is totally unexpected and a little ironic.  Having so much water now when the ground is frozen and there is nowhere for the water to go; and then come summer the ground will doubtless be parched and in desperate need of moisture.

My parents' house is flooded.  My house (being a mobile home not on a permanent foundation), is not yet flooded, but last I saw the water was still rising.  My mill is of course flooded.

I am weeping as I type this.  Not because of the things that are or may be lost.  Things can be dried out, replaced.  Yes, there are lots of things I would be sad to lose, but I can make do without.     It might take time and money, but there are very few things that cannot be replaced and fewer still that are necessary to live.

I weep tonight for the friends I have lost and will have lost by the time morning has come.  I won't name any names right now as I do not know who is gone; it will take a miracle for any of them to survive - I pray for a miracle.

Do not laugh.  These sheep really are my friends.  They have names.  I know who they are.  They have personalities. I will mourn them as much as if they had been my dogs, cats, or children.  They depended on us and we have failed them.

Tonight we are safe in the house of my aunt and uncle.  We won't know the extent of the damage until tomorrow; and maybe not then.

Those of you who have followed my blog in the past know that I usually have songs intertwined with my words; for once in my life I cannot think of a single song.

I will just say that I cling to Christ, to His promises and that is all I can do now.

Actually, I just thought of one:

When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand