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I am safe. My house is fine. The power is back on. Damage to my yard is minimal. Returning home to Corpus Christi Tuesday evening after five days as a Harvey evacuee in Dallas, I was awestruck as I walked around the house and saw the lack of damage. Other than piles of tree branches piled along the curbs, some downed fences and broken traffic lights, it was hard to tell we had had a major storm pass nearby.

Twenty minutes away, much of Port Aransas is devastated. Thirty miles up the coast, Rockport is in shambles. Houston is under water. I am overwhelmingly grateful and profoundly humbled—my town was incredibly, unbelievably fortunate.

downed tree limb

Two Scriptures—neither cheerful—have haunted me since I first learned of Harvey’s threat a week ago.

Jesus said that God “causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.”

And James, his brother, wrote, “Come now, you who say, ‘Today or tomorrow, we shall go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.’ Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.”

I am just beginning to process the storm, not ready to write about what I have learned from the experience. I could churn out another trivial blog about healthy eating, complete with recipes, but I am not ready to return to trivia yet. Next week? Who knows?

Photos show the extent of damage at my house—a downed tree limb, precariously resting on utility lines, and a shattered stone urn from the top of a gate post. Compare and contrast to the floods of Houston and the devastation all the way up the Texas Gulf Coast.

Scripture passages are Matthew 5:45 and James 4:13, 14 NASB.