Rousting around, I got some sticks, some dead branches, and a few pieces of driftwood left from storms, and I made a fire. Then I put water on for coffee.”
–Louis L’Amour (Lando)
Death, Devastation and Destruction… Pard, these storms this year have done plenty of that ‘specially that last one. My mercy! A work of nature or the hand of God? Pard, we do know that the Lord is in control of the winds and waves, is He tryin’ to send us a message? If’n so are we a-listenin’?
Saw where they’re usin’ mules and horses to get supplies up in the mountain areas. An’ I reckon those new-fangled electric cars are doin’ their share of duty…ha, parked somewheres ’cause there ain’t no electricity. What I don’t see is much help comin’ from Uncle Sam (i.e., Biden and Harris). Convoy of Hope is on the scene as is Samaritan’s Purse, but…where’s?? I’m not a-talkin’ ’bout handouts, I’m talkin’ ’bout a helpin’ hand. Do we need to discuss leadership here? I remember the media crawlin’ all over President Bush durin’ Katrina, but no outcry this time. See, the liberal politician is the media’s pet.
Like ol’ Louis said, sometimes after the storm the best thing to do is put on the coffee, then survey the damage. After that…begin the work and always, through all of it, be thankin’ the Lord. One ol’ boy said the other day that “hard times are like a wild horse. Ya can’t dodge ’em, so stay in the saddle and hold on ’til the critter wears out.” If’n yuh get thrown, after yuh get back on yur feet, check yurself out. Make sure there’s no permanent damage, then dust yurself off an’ get back to work. Don’t be a-dependin’ on the bureaucrats to help yuh out.
Pard, in the midst of the storms that come into our lives I’m reminded of the ol’ sage Charles Tindley who wrote, “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me… When the world is tossing me like a ship upon the sea, Thou who rulest wind and water, stand by me”. Hunker down, hold on, pull yurself together, and get back to fixin’ things up. Be prayin’ for those an’ liftin’ them up before the Lord. An’ don’t forget yurself Pard. If’n yuh don’t check yur cinch, yuh just might wind up in the mud yur ownself.
Vaya con Dios.