Where I sit on the swing next to the river, the banks across the river are eroding away. It’s the low side of the river and receives the first assault of flooding waters. The neighbors do all they can to stop the banks from washing into the river, but water goes where it wants and destroys everything in its way.
After following the news this past week, it’s not the riverbanks that are a concern for the residents of southern Texas and Louisiana—it’s the people, their homes, vehicles, the infrastructure, businesses, and land that have been devastated by Hurricane Harvey and the aftermath of record-setting rainfall. The people must have felt as if God had gone back on his promise to never destroy the world again by floodwaters. But, by now, the sun his beginning to shine again and there is hope for the future.
As I safely sit along a quiet river–no mud beneath my feet–I feel a sense of need to help the victims of the flood. What can I do? For now, I can pray for the people and donate cash. Soon, plans will be developed for volunteers to help with cleanup and rebuilding. Perhaps God is calling me to get my “feet wet” and help by diving in and doing “hands-on” ministry in the future.
Lord, show us the way to help our brothers and sisters in Texas and Louisiana. Amen.