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God she’d had the sense to upload most of the family pictures online before she’d left for Florida, as well as scan their important papers. But the other things were gone forever.
Did this stuff matter? Wasn’t all that mattered God, love, family, friends, and fulfilling your purpose?
She reflected back on her life. All the ridiculous, over the top arguments with Jackson about such dumb stuff. Where to eat dinner. He’d ask her, she’d say I don’t know, and when she finally decided where to eat, he’d try to change her mind to go somewhere that he really wanted to eat and then they’d fight—and not go anywhere.
His dirty clothes constantly thrown on the floor instead of the laundry basket. Was she a maid, she’d ask him. Her buying new clothes, with him yelling at her that he wasn’t a work horse and he was tired of working his butt off all the time, just for her blow it and leave him nothing for work lunches except tuna or ham sandwiches.
Him never asking for directions when they traveled and getting them lost for an hour, or him not putting enough gas in the car, making her crazy with stress or worry that they’d run out of gas.
The last time they went out of town, he forgot his wallet and they had no money to eat dinner, so Autumn had to PayPal money to them for food. How embarrassing to have their daughter pay for their nice dinner out!
Fights over her and Autumn not getting along. Arguments over exactly how to motivate Faith to get a job or go to college or take some kind of action step of faith, for crying out loud.
Loud fights over sex with Jackson (or the lack of it), never having enough money despite his good pay, family members, his uncertain seasonal career, his long work hours, him working too much, him not working enough, her books not paying enough royalties to make a difference, her eating out Mexican all the time, him hinting for her to exercise and then saying he wasn’t hinting and that she was just too sensitive, him gambling away $200 of his paycheck which was supposed to go for the electric bill. Round and round the mountain they always went.
It. Was. So. Old.
Stupid, ridiculous, childish fights over things that didn’t really matter. Why couldn’t they simply get along? Why couldn’t they just love each other like normal, married couples?
She felt a large impact against the house, heard a loud snapping noise and more rushing of water. What was that? God, what if it was rising to the second story? She began praying in the Spirit again more fervently. Her Volkswagen Beetle had been picked up by the surge and the strong current, and slammed into one of the beach house’s steel stilts, crushing it like a sardine can on the driver and left passenger side. Would the house topple?
It was totaled, as almost all the cars were in the neighborhood. Those that weren’t crushed by the hurricane were at risk for mold and mildew and would be claimed a total loss by insurance companies. There was an estimated $49.7 billion in insured losses during Hurricane Katrina alone, she remembered from reading the reports prior to driving here.
All those people who lost everything--their homes, their cars, their furniture, their favorite things they’d saved over the years, their businesses, and the family they loved. How do you cope with the grief? How do you go on and move past such tragedy? How do you pick up the pieces of your life when you have nothing left? Only the grace of God, she wondered.
The wind outside raged like a madwoman, and the lightning was so close to the house she thought it was going to hit it. She knew she was safer inside the house than outdoors, but every year people died from lightning strikes, sometimes just moments and steps away before getting to safety. She’d recently read between the years 2006 and 2013, 261 people were struck and killed by lightning in the U.S.
Between a choice of lightning and drowning, she’d choose lightning death, but right now she
Did this stuff matter? Wasn’t all that mattered God, love, family, friends, and fulfilling your purpose?
She reflected back on her life. All the ridiculous, over the top arguments with Jackson about such dumb stuff. Where to eat dinner. He’d ask her, she’d say I don’t know, and when she finally decided where to eat, he’d try to change her mind to go somewhere that he really wanted to eat and then they’d fight—and not go anywhere.
His dirty clothes constantly thrown on the floor instead of the laundry basket. Was she a maid, she’d ask him. Her buying new clothes, with him yelling at her that he wasn’t a work horse and he was tired of working his butt off all the time, just for her blow it and leave him nothing for work lunches except tuna or ham sandwiches.
Him never asking for directions when they traveled and getting them lost for an hour, or him not putting enough gas in the car, making her crazy with stress or worry that they’d run out of gas.
The last time they went out of town, he forgot his wallet and they had no money to eat dinner, so Autumn had to PayPal money to them for food. How embarrassing to have their daughter pay for their nice dinner out!
Fights over her and Autumn not getting along. Arguments over exactly how to motivate Faith to get a job or go to college or take some kind of action step of faith, for crying out loud.
Loud fights over sex with Jackson (or the lack of it), never having enough money despite his good pay, family members, his uncertain seasonal career, his long work hours, him working too much, him not working enough, her books not paying enough royalties to make a difference, her eating out Mexican all the time, him hinting for her to exercise and then saying he wasn’t hinting and that she was just too sensitive, him gambling away $200 of his paycheck which was supposed to go for the electric bill. Round and round the mountain they always went.
It. Was. So. Old.
Stupid, ridiculous, childish fights over things that didn’t really matter. Why couldn’t they simply get along? Why couldn’t they just love each other like normal, married couples?
She felt a large impact against the house, heard a loud snapping noise and more rushing of water. What was that? God, what if it was rising to the second story? She began praying in the Spirit again more fervently. Her Volkswagen Beetle had been picked up by the surge and the strong current, and slammed into one of the beach house’s steel stilts, crushing it like a sardine can on the driver and left passenger side. Would the house topple?
It was totaled, as almost all the cars were in the neighborhood. Those that weren’t crushed by the hurricane were at risk for mold and mildew and would be claimed a total loss by insurance companies. There was an estimated $49.7 billion in insured losses during Hurricane Katrina alone, she remembered from reading the reports prior to driving here.
All those people who lost everything--their homes, their cars, their furniture, their favorite things they’d saved over the years, their businesses, and the family they loved. How do you cope with the grief? How do you go on and move past such tragedy? How do you pick up the pieces of your life when you have nothing left? Only the grace of God, she wondered.
The wind outside raged like a madwoman, and the lightning was so close to the house she thought it was going to hit it. She knew she was safer inside the house than outdoors, but every year people died from lightning strikes, sometimes just moments and steps away before getting to safety. She’d recently read between the years 2006 and 2013, 261 people were struck and killed by lightning in the U.S.
Between a choice of lightning and drowning, she’d choose lightning death, but right now she
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