Phoenix Out of the Mud

It is a year ago that Hurricane Harvey and the ensuing days of rain struck Houston.  We were not there but we kept an eye on the news and contact with our friends.  We were thankful that we were not there going through the hardships but we also had some "survivor's guilt."  During the climactic times of the flood my wife was told by her French colleagues how surprised and impressed they were at action, heart and spirit of the people of Houston.  Since moving back to Houston I have heard more stories of bravery, triumph, love, endurance and the strength of human spirit and people of Southeast Texas.  I have also heard stories of those who are still living in temporary housing and those who are tormented by anxiety every time it rains.

While I am saddened by those who are still hurting, I am encouraged by the greatness of the people of America, the people of Texas and the people of Houston.  I am encouraged that individuals, churches and community organizations are continuing to rebuild and help those that are still displaced.

I am blessed at seeing how God was, is and will continue to work.  I would like to share a story I heard this past weekend.  A crises worker (during Harvey) received a call from a single mother requesting food, diapers, etc., and jokingly ended the conversation by saying that she could use a car as well since hers was destroyed.  The worker was walking down the hall and shared the content of her phone call with a fellow volunteer.  The second volunteer had an amazing response, she had just received a call from someone saying  they wanted to help and felt lead by God to give one of their vehicles to a single mother.  Needless to say the single mom was overwhelmed and extremely grateful for the blessings she received.

I am proud to say that I was from Houston and am back in Houston again.