Good morning…
As I take our dogs out in the middle of this dark night, our wind chimes sing loudly to the wild, swirling breeze. The erratic gusts brush my skin as my thoughts travel south to Florida, lifting on prayers those devastated by Hurricane Ian. Next my prayers travel east to the coast of Georgia and the Carolinas where people anxiously brace for this storm’s potential impact. My prayers then travel back a few weeks to those still displaced by Hurricane Fiona in Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic. On windy nights like these, I am certain our prayers travel.
How humbling it is to be vulnerably human in the midst of such volatile, violent weather. “Everything I own is gone,” one woman said when interviewed. “I never thought I’d say this, but ‘I am homeless. I am truly homeless.'”
Through the lonely terror of this night, I pray that loved ones will nestle safe in the shelter of the One who eventually calms each storm. For we know that if our earthly house— our tent— is torn-down, we have a building from God, a house not-made-by-human-hands, eternal, in the heavens (2 Corinthians 5:1, DLNT).
May the song below draw our thoughts to prayer for those without an earthly home.
…Sue…
P.S. My gratitude goes out to all of you who responded generously to yesterday’s blog post Helping Homeless Women. Over the next few days, I will reach out to you personally to share details of our welcome bags for women recovering from homelessness and addiction.
