Sunday, May 26, 2013

The strangest thing happened this week... continued to move on.

Sunday our neighborhood looked like this:

 And, yet, it pales in comparison to what our neighbors in Moore went through just a day later.

 Within hours our church went to work and this happened:

You know Andy means business when he busts out not one, but two giant white boards.
 Stay out of this man's way, he is on an organizational mission from God. He won't be stopped.
And somehow in the midst of this tragic season, precious, albeit it quite normal, things continued to happen.
Like field trips to Camp Dakani:
 (Sadly, this is the first time my child has ever held a fishing pole.) 
 And pre-k programs (that lasted no less than on hour, I might add):
 And last day of school celebrations;

It seemed strange for life to just continue on as if things were normal when just a few miles from us life is at a standstill. I'm still having a hard time reconciling it to myself. 

This is a messed up place we are living in. I've never been more thankful that it's not home.


Amanda said...

well said. i've felt the same way all week.

Wa Wa Waughs said...

I'm with ya...and why didn't you ask for a little help with your street??? You know I got some manpower over here.