Even after the flood, I can’t put myself in Noah’s sandals.

It’s been a weird weekend.

I’m not even sure what else to say about it.

We woke up to the sound of rushing water on Friday and our little world changed in a moment.  I have a new respect for water and I now understand what “flash flood” means.


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Someone stopped my husband while he was filling up the truck with gas and asked him if he thought this flooding was God’s judgement, because no-one in this valley gives a hoot about God or church.  They know FringeMan is the “minister”, so these questions come up.  There was a flood in these parts seven years ago – seven years to the day.

“It’s a Bible number, isn’t it?” Asked this person.

Indeed.  It is.

I won’t begin to make up answers to the question why.  I don’t know why.  All I know is that there are a lot of people with a lot more problems than they had just a few days ago, and that’s saying something, because problems seem to abound in these parts.

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Last night I sat on the porch and watched it rain.  I wondered when it would stop.  Then I thought about Noah.  I really cannot put myself in his sandals.  I can’t imagine how it must have been for him to be so persuaded, to believe God against all odds.

He must have felt good when it began raining.

You know?

From time to time, he probably contemplated the fact that perhaps he was crazy.

I know that good feeling didn’t last for long, because when you see your world washed away, it’s a bad feeling, even if it means being right about the rain.

As they say, the sun will come out tomorrow.

Life goes on and all.

When my aunt heard about the flooding, she called me up and said, “You have the worst luck ever!”

And it seems, we absolutely do.  If there is going to be a disaster, we’ll be there, right in the middle of it.  I don’t know why and I surely don’t know how it happens, but it does.

I’d love for there to be some tidy way to end this post, some pearl of wisdom to share or a special insight right from the mind of God to my heart, but there’s not.

There’s just three fans blowing in my mud room, trying to dry the place out.  Then there’s a garage full of mud and broken up floor, and the basement?  Well, I don’t go down there, but as soon as those fans finish their job in the mud room, they are headed downstairs.

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  1. says

    I hope things are beginning to get back to normal. Been thinking of you guys and lifting you up in prayer. You have had a great attitude throughout the whole thing. Maybe that is part of the light that God intended you to shine?

  2. says

    Boy, don’t you hate those questions about God’s judgment? And feeling like you’re supposed to answer them might be even worse. I pray that God’s love — not His judgment — will shine through these troubles. (And the sun, as well…)

    (Not that God doesn’t judge; I didn’t mean it that way… just that it isn’t ours to know.)

  3. says

    Praying for y’all! It’s raining here today and we’re under a flood watch. It’s so easy to brush it off and think it’s not going to happen here! Not necessarily true!! Praying God will give you opportunities to use this for His glory!! Btw, I think we live only a few hrs away from each other!

  4. says

    I’ve been praying for you ever since I saw your last post, and then saw the news on the weather network. Maybe at least for the officer, this will be an eye-opener to his need for a Saviour. May the Lord meet abundantly your needs today!

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