TUES. Sept 2 The lake house to which we evacuated was plenty large enough for 12 people–all related–running from Hurricane Gustav. But it’s amazing how small that house became after 12 hours with no electricity and nothing but rain for 24 hours. With temperatures rising and still no power, the natives were growing restless. With nothing but rain outside, there were no distractions. BigSis and some of her children left for a hotel room about 30 miles away. And then you know what I did the same night—left, too.
I’m now in the air-conditioned home of LilSis, and I have a confession to make: I am a thankful wimp.
TODAY WED. SEPT 3: Our friend, Mechanic, was allowed back down the bayou to repair a 911 generator, and he texted today to say both our houses look good. We did not flood. What? What? Say what?
The nearest city north of us suffered severe damage from high winds. Lots of downed trees and power lines. Lots of roofs torn off.
Dear friends, can I tell you what a miracle it is that our bayou did not flood? Can I tell you what a miracle it is that my two old houses appear undamaged? I am in awe. And I am very, very thankful.
When we left, I anticipated coming back to nothing. I was absolutely expecting the worst. Oh, me of little faith.
But your faiths held firm. You stood in the gap, and the internet newspaper actually stated that our bayou sustained LESS DAMAGE than all the surrounding areas.
Wow and amen.
Thank you from the bottom of my wimpy bayou heart for your prayers and positive words.