“God, Houston has a problem.”

During the weekend of August 25th Hurricane Harvey landed ashore the Gulf Coast. With it’s category 4 strength it pummeled into Corpus Christi, Victoria, and Rockport Texas. In painfully slow speed it dragged up and down south Texas as though to ensure all would feel it’s raging effects. As if that wasn’t enough, the outlying feeder bands stretched upward to southeast Texas, from Galveston to the 4th largest city in the country, Houston.

Harvey was different. It rained without ceasing. The whole city and outlying communities felt the same effects of the rain. Tremendous flooding of epic proportions reaped havoc on the citizens of this beautiful coastal city. There has been loss of precious life during this time. The damage has been catastrophic.

My heart was broken as I watched the local news and thought of all my loved ones and dearest friends. I prayed for them and the citizens of our city and surrounding counties. Throughout the deluge I was in constant communication with my loved ones making sure they were safe, offering support, words of hope.

The images of people being rescued was devastating. Men, women, the elderly, children, and babies in their mother’s arms were fleeing the floods and rising waters.  It flooded in places that have never flooded before. It was inconceivable. Everyone was affected. Memories of the past filled my mind.

God, Houston has a problem.

I have lived in Houston for several decades and have experienced hurricanes and tropical storms. When I lived with my parents our home flooded three times and we experienced evacuation. It was very humbling. For my parents it was difficult having to rebuild and recover.

However, the storm brought out the best in us. The first responders and rescuers were amazing. It was unbelievable to witness. From the Coast Guard and city crisis responders they were there in the midst. What was even more amazing was when the city asked that people with boats and water craft to engage in rescue operations. How they came out in droves. Even the Cajun Navy from Louisiana came to Houston to assist. We are a city of tremendous diversity, concern for others, and love for our great state of Texas. In our darkest time the city came together for each other. We have been stronger because we have banded together. Neighbor helping neighbor. God working through humanity.

In the depths I do not have words. You have given us Your word, You my God and my Father. However I don’t have a verse to offer that would seem appropriate. Instead I offer my prayer to You for all of those affected by the storm:

“God, you and you alone, are above all things. Nothing is impossible to you. You have always known. I ask that you would heal the broken-hearted. That you would comfort the afflicted. That you would watch over the needs of your people and offer rest. That you would make a way where there seems no way. That in your providence there would be many that will know your presence, your care, and your peace, now and in our time of recovery.”



Photo credit by the author. Location: overlooking Buffalo Bayou on Allen Parkway with downtown Houston in the background. August 30, 2017.

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