Six years

Today marks six years since our Katrina experience.

During the storm, we hunkered down with new friends in Prairieville, playing Scrabble and snacking the time away. How incredulous that, when we found out we couldn't go home, these friends opened their doors to us for five more weeks until we could secure our own housing!

Even 'our own housing' came as a miracle. We looked at apartments, house rentals, house sales, even double-wide trailers. How amazed we were when we got a call from a friend of a friend who knew of a house that had been under contract before the storm but the sale had fallen through. Were we interested in taking a look? Um, YES! Having a home base during the craziness of those times was definitely a gift from God.

Oh, I could go on and on, and I wish I could make time to detail a few more examples but, suffice it to say for now, that the longest year of my life, displaced from normalcy, reaped a deeper trust in my God as provider, sustainer, and strong foundation.

He knew I would need to know Him in this way as I headed into parenting headstrong teenagers. But that's the subject of another blog.