in the form of a devastating tornado.
As I watch the devastation in Moore ,Oklahoma this week,
the pictures look eerily familiar.
They look too much the same.
The twisted metal.
The trees stripped bare of their bark and leaves.
Piles and piles of rubble and debris.
My heart aches for them because I know what they are facing.
I worked in Joplin clearing debris. For hours and hours in the sweltering heat.
The piles and piles seemed to never end and never go away.
I know how overwhelming it feels to drive around town and not know where you are because all of the familiar places are gone.
I know how long it takes to recover and rebuild. Joplin is getting there.
It doesn't hurt to drive around there any more.
Joplin is rebuilding and growing. She will never look the same, but she has gone beyond surviving and she is thriving.
And so will Moore,,,in time.
If I could tell the good people of Moore one thing, it's this...
there is an end to the piles.
and the flowers will bloom again.
Ok, two things.
Flowers for Moore .....
prayers for Moore...
hope for Moore...
