There are people out there amongst us who have a great deal of pride with regard to the state they live in. I am not one of those people. I am glad to live here because my family is here. I don't hate it. I just feel kind of so-so about it, generally speaking.
Today, I found a reason to be joyful that I live where I do. We don't have hurricanes. (We can however have high winds due to hurricanes, tornadoes, and bitterly cold winters. Just sayin'.)
The Jubilant family was traveling home from a great weekend with extended family when we got a front row seat to some of the most frightening winds I had ever seen. And all I could think about was #1 I hope one of those stop signals doesn't come crashing down on our car and #2 How awful it must've been for those who actually went through the hurricane.
I am sure that we will hear many personal stories in the days to come. I, for one, will be glued to the tv coverage. I pray that for every terrifying story, there will be stories of miracles, hope, and courage of heroes. Because while I may be indifferent to Orange Cone County Ohio, I am proud to be an American. And America is full of heroes doing the right thing, the courageous thing, the difficult thing when we find ourselves in troubling times.
And as for the miracles, I believe that my God is still doin' 'em. The Calm One and I have family in parts of Texas that got hit pretty hard. A tree went through their house narrowly missing the two people sleeping in that room. That, dear reader, is a miracle of gigantic proportions. Yes, He is still in the miracle business. And I am incredibly joyful for that.
Our thoughts and prayers are with all of those devastated by hurricane Ike.